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There, by his brow, I see

The scar he made, that day he ran with thee

Chasing thy fawn, and fell.

A scar? 'Tis so,

I see a scar.

And fearest still to throw

Thine arms round him thou lovest?

O, no more!

Thy sign hath conquered me. (throwing herself into arms). At last, at last!

Thy face like light I And do I hold thee fast,

Unhoped for?

Yea, at last! And I hold thee.

I never knew

I dreamed not.

Is it he,

Orestes?