And that Hermes act as escort,
He who dwells in earth's deep darkness,
In the strife where swords work mischief.
Enter Kilissa
Chor. The stranger seems about to work some ill;
And here I see Orestes' nurse in tears.
Where then, Kilissa, art thou bound, that thus
Thou tread'st the palace-gates, and with thee comes
Grief as a fellow-traveller unbidden?
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