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Fear not, we shall.

Then speed thee on thy way.

See, I am gone.

Leave what is here to me.

[Exeunt and ; approaches.

’Twere not amiss to breathe some soft words in his ear,

That he may blindly rush into the lists of doom.

Could any of you tell me where to find

The Phocian strangers who, I hear, have brought

News of Orestes midst the chariots wrecked?

Thee, thee I question, thee, in former days

So froward: it concerns thee most, methinks,

And thou, as best informed, canst tell me best.

I know for sure, else were I unconcerned

In what has happened to my nearest kin.

Where then are these newcomers? Tell me straight.

Within; they’ve won their kindly hostess’ heart.

Did they in very truth report his death?

They did; and more, they showed us the dead man.

May I too view the body to make sure? 245