A banished man must have his wealth in little compass.
Priest.
A chain like that should buy an exile's return.
Orestes.
I care not to return.
Priest.
Are the friends of the dead so bitter against you?
Orestes.
The friends of the dead are dead, and my friends are dead. I have none to fear; but I have been wronged, my house taken from me, and my father's wealth, and the woman that was vowed me to wife. No more, old man! I am an exile, and I live in happier lands than mine own.
Priest.