Orestes.
[In sudden anger.] The curse of the crawling lichen on the man who moves that gold!
Alcimedon.
On your own head! [Throws gold quickly down.] Who are you, stranger, to curse one that has done you no wrong?
Orestes.
I check the wrong before it is done. And I tell not my name save to my host after I have eaten and slept.
Alcimedon.
If you come to teach your manners to the Myrmidons, by Thetis! you shall learn theirs first. Is the stranger yours, O Priest?
Orestes.