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272 . Orestes, how fare ye? . All is well within the house, if Apollo's oracle spake well.

. The guilty one is dead? . Fear no more that thy proud mother will ever put thee to dishonour.

. Cease; for I see Aegisthus full in view.

. Rash boys, back, back! . Where see ye the man?

. Yonder, at our mercy, he advances from the suburb, full of joy.

. Make with all speed for the vestibule; that, as your first task prospered, so this again may prosper now.

. Fear not,—we will perform it. . Haste, then, whither thou wouldst.

. See, I am gone. . I will look to matters here.

[Exeunt and.

. 'Twere well to soothe his ear with some few words of seeming gentleness, that he may rush blindly upon the struggle with his doom.

. Which of you can tell me, where are those Phocian strangers, who, 'tis said, have brought us tidings of Orestes slain in the wreck of his chariot? Thee, thee I ask, yes, thee, in former days so bold,—for methinks it touches thee most nearly; thou best must know, and best canst tell.