ORESTES.
What did he there so far?—A gleam of day
Crosseth our darkness.
OLD MAN.
'Twas a feast, methought,
Of worship to the wild-wood nymphs he wrought.
What did he there so far?—A gleam of day
Crosseth our darkness.
'Twas a feast, methought,
Of worship to the wild-wood nymphs he wrought.