Orestes.
Fear not. The mighty oracle of Loxias,
By whose commands I dare the thing I dare,
Will not deceive me. He, with shrill-voiced warning,
Foretold that freezing pains through my warm liver
Should torturing shoot, if backward to avenge
My father’s death, and even as he was slain,
To slay the slayers, exasperate at the loss[n22]
Of my so fair possessions. Thus to do
He gave me strict injunction: else myself