Man.
My lord Pylades.
Pylades.
Where have you left him?
Man.
Yonder, by the shrine. He bade me go back to the ship.
Pylades.
[Crossing to Orestes.] Is it too late to turn your purpose?
Orestes.
[As though half roused from his reverie.] I seek only to see if she is indeed so passing beautiful. She was; I am sure she was, until—— [He pauses.