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Then how will things inside stand when I enter? Paedagogus
 All is well. The fact is that no one will know you. Orestes
You have reported me as dead, I presume? Paedagogus
Know that here you are a man numbered with the shades. Orestes
Do they rejoice, then, at the news? Or what do they say? Paedagogus
I will tell when all is completed. Meanwhile,  all is favorable for us on their part, even that which is not favorable. Electra
Who is this, brother? By the gods, tell me. Orestes
Do you not know who he is? Electra
No, nor can I imagine. Orestes
Do you not know the man to whose hands you gave me once? Electra
What man? What do you mean? Orestes
I mean him, by whose hands and through your forethought  I was secretly conveyed away to Phocian soil. Electra
Is this he in whom alone out of many I once found a true ally at the time of our father's murder? Orestes
This is he; question me no further.
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