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206 Clytem. What say'st thou, stranger? What? Heed not her words.

Attend. Orestes. He is dead—I say again.

Elec. Ah me! I perish utterly. All's lost.

Clytem. Look thou to what concerns thee. But do

thou,

Ο stranger, tell us truly how he died.

Attend. For this end was I sent; and I will tell

All as it happened. He then journeyed forth

To those great games which Hellas counts her pride,

To join the Delphic contests; and he heard

The herald's voice, with loud and clear command,

Proclaim, as coming first, the chariot race:

And so he entered radiant, every eye

Admiring as he passed. And in the race

He equalled all the promise of his form

In those his rounds, and so with noblest prize

Of conquest left the ground. And, summing up

In fewest words what many scarce could tell,

I know of none in strength and act like him;

But one thing know, for having won the prize

In all the five-fold forms of race which they,

The umpires, had proclaimed for those that ran

The ground's whole length and back, he then was hailed,

Proclaimed an Argive, and his name Orestes,