Orestes.
There are two songs running in my ears this hour past; and I know not fully even yet which of the two is better.
Pyrrhus.
Let it be something joyful, meet for a feast-day.
Orestes.
I fancied before that one of my songs was very joyful; but now methinks there is no joy at all in either.
Pyrrhus.
[After looking at him questioningly for a moment.] Then give us a good straight battle-piece, with no cowards in it, and no slaying by stealth.
Orestes.