These women? How? What sought they by such guile?
Messenger.
Of them hereafter! Give me first thine ear
For greater things. The virgin minister
That served our altar, she hath fled from this
And stolen the dread Shape of Artemis,
With those two Greeks. The cleansing was a lie.
Thoas.
She fled? What wild hope whispered her to fly?
Messenger.
The hope to save Orestes. Wonder on!
Thoas.
Orestes—how? Not Clytemnestra's son?
Messenger.