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What, art thou he?

Look at this signet ring,

My father’s; let it witness if I lie.

O happy day!

O, happy, happy day!

Thy voice I greet!

My voice gives greeting back.

My arms embrace thee!

May they clasp me aye!

My countrywomen, dearest friends, behold

Orestes who in feigning died, and so

By feigning is alive again and safe.

We see him, daughter, and this glad surprise

Makes our eyes overflow with happy tears.

Son of my best loved sire,

Now hast thou come, art here to find, to see

Thy heart’s desire.

E’en so; but best keep silence for a while. 225