ORESTES.
Ha! With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailèd pikemen?
OLD MAN.
Even so:
He lives in fear of thee, and night nor day
Hath slumber.
ORESTES.
That way blocked!—'Tis thine to say
What next remains.
OLD MAN.
I will; and thou give ear.
A thought has found me!
ORESTES.
All good thoughts be near,
For thee to speak and me to understand!