IPH. But within are the sacred keepers,[[138]] whom we can not escape.
OR. Alas! we are undone. How can we then be saved?
IPH. I seem to have a certain new device.
OR. Of what kind? Make me a sharer in your opinion, that I also may learn.
IPH. I will make use of thy ravings as a contrivance.
OR. Ay, cunning are women to find out tricks.
IPH. I will say that thou, being slayer of thy mother, art come from Argos.
OR. Make use of my troubles, if you can turn them to account.
IPH. I will say that it is not lawful to sacrifice thee to the Goddess.
OR. Having what pretext? For I partly suspect.