Priest.
Jealousy!
Orestes.
[Involuntarily.] Hermione would never plot against the boy!
[He makes an angry movement after Alcimedon.
Priest.
What jealousy? What need to be jealous of him? He is no true heir. We have a King, and we have a Queen, both of the blood of Zeus, both our true rulers, but heir there is none.
Alcimedon.
[Seeing and handling the gold link.] Ye golden gods, have the sons of Pactôlus us come to Phthia?