Slay him not! Break his spear and thrust him out!
Orestes.
Will nothing sting you? Lo, mine was the bride he stole, and from me he fled! For he dared not face the wrath of Orestes, nor the spear of Agamemnon's son.
Pyrrhus.
Orestes!
Priest.
Is it Orestes?
Alcimedon.
He must have men behind him! To the watch-tower quick! [Two retainers run out, r.