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Of many an ill to Hellas and thine house

Was Helen, sister of thy mother, cause.

Orestes and Pylades approach.

Woe's me, friends!—needs must I break off my moan!

Lo, yonder strangers ambushed nigh the house

Out of their hiding-place are rising up!

With flying feet—thou down the path, and I

Into the house,—flee we from evil men!

Tarry, thou hapless one: fear not mine hand.

Phœbus, I pray thee that I be not slain!

God grant I slay some more my foes than thee!

Hence!—touch not whom beseems thee not to touch!

None is there whom with better right I touch.

Why sword in hand waylay me by mine house?

Tarry and hear: my words shall soon be thine.