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Friend, friend; my terror made me not to see

Thy visage. Now I know and welcome thee.

How sayst thou? He is dead, verily dead,

My father's murderer ?

Shall it be said

Once more? I know again and yet again

Thy heart would hear. Aegisthus lieth slain!

Ye Gods! And thou, O Right, that seest all,

Art come at last? But speak; how did he fall?

How swooped the wing of death? I crave to hear.

Forth of this hut we set our faces clear

To the world, and struck the open chariot road;

Then on toward the pasture lands, where stood

The great Lord of Mycenae. In a set

Garden beside a channelled rivulet,

Culling a myrtle garland for his brow,

He walked: but hailed us as we passed: "How now,

Strangers! Who are ye? Of what city sprung,

And whither bound?" "Thessalians," answered young

Orestes: "to Alpheüs journeying,

With gifts to Olympian Zeus." Whereat the king:

"This while, beseech you, tarry, and make full

The feast upon my hearth. We slay a bull