ORESTES.
How? Is the road so nigh?
OLD MAN.
He cannot choose but see thee, passing by,
And bid thee stay to share the beast they kill.
ORESTES.
A bitter fellow-feaster, if God will!
OLD MAN.
And then … then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's chances!
ORESTES.
Aye. Well hast thou counselled me.
But … where is she?