And who hath said
There should be
likeness
in a brother's tread
And sister's?
Euripides - Electra
'Tis hopeless. Peace, old man.
OLD MAN.
The footprints! Set thy foot by his, and scan
The track of frame and muscles, how they fit!
ELECTRA.
That ground will take no footprint! All of it
Is bitter stone.... It hath?...
And who hath said
There should be
likeness
in a brother's tread
And sister's?
His is stronger every way.
OLD MAN.
But hast thou nothing...? If he came this day
And sought to show thee, is there no one sign
Whereby to know him?... Stay; the robe was thine,
Work of thy loom, wherein I wrapt him o'er
That night and stole him through the murderers' door.
ELECTRA.
Thou knowest, when Orestes was cast out
I was a child...
