Pylades.
Let me go first and spy out a way for you.
Orestes.
[With sudden resentment.] You think I am still mad!
Pylades.
Nay, no more mad than I, but more quick to anger. It would be safer for me to go.
Orestes.
You think I am still mad because I dared not say it! I will say it here by the altar. [Doggedly.] I will see if she is still as she used to be before the day when—[with effort]—I shed my mother's blood, and first saw——
Pylades.