And, saving us, thou savest thine own honour.
Chorus.
Well spoken both:[n39] and worthily fall the tears
On this dear tomb, too long without them. Now,
If to the deed thy purpose thou hast buckled,
Orestes, try what speed the gods may give thee.[n40]
Orestes.
I’ll do the deed. Meanwhile not idly this
I ask of thee—what moved her soul to send
These late libations, limping remedy