That I see Orestes here, Agamemnon’s son.ElectraWhat mark do you see, by which I shall be persuaded?Old manA scar along his brow, where he fell and drew blood one day in his father’s home when chasing a fawn with you.ElectraWhat are you saying? I see the sign of the fall.Old manThen do you hesitate to embrace your dearest one?ElectraNot any longer, old man; for my heart is persuaded by your tokens. O you who have appeared at last, I hold you, beyond all hope.OrestesAnd you are held by me at last.ElectraI never expected it.OrestesNor did I hope.