The timely shelter of a faithful friend.
[Enter Strophius in a chariot, accompanied by his son Pylades.]
Strophius: I, Strophius, had left my Phocian realm,
And now, illustrious with th' Olympic palm,
I home return. My hither course is bent
To 'gratulate my friend, by whose assault920
Has Ilium fallen after years of war.
[Noticing Electra's distress.]
But why these flowing tears and looks of woe?
And why these marks of fear? I recognize