ORES. Thou art no longer false.
MEN. Alas me! what shall I do?
ORES. Go to the Argives, and persuade them.
MEN. With what persuasion?
ORES. Beseech the city that we may not die.[[41a]]
MEN. Otherwise ye will slay my daughter?
ORES. The thing is so.
MEN. O wretched Helen!—
ORES. And am I not wretched?
MEN. I brought thee hither from the Trojans to be a victim.