Peasant.
And did he give
Some privy message?
Electra.
None: they come as spies
For news of me.
Peasant.
Thine outward news their eyes
Can see; the rest, methinks, thyself will tell.
Electra.
They have seen all, heard all. I trust them well.
Peasant.
Why were our doors not open long ago?—
Be welcome, strangers both, and pass below
My lintel. In return for your glad words
Be sure all greeting that mine house affords
Is yours.—Ye followers, bear in their gear!—
Gainsay me not; for his sake are ye dear
That sent you to our house; and though my part
In life be low, I am no churl at heart.
[The Peasant goes to the Armed Servants at the back, to help them with the baggage.
Orestes (aside to Electra).
Is this the man that shields thy maidenhood
Unknown, and will not wrong thy father's blood?
