My brother hence, and hide him from his foes.
Strophius: Although dead Agamemnon bids me fear,
I'll brave the danger and thy brother save.
Good fortune asks for faith; adversity
Compels us to be true.
[Takes Orestes into the chariot.]
My lad, attend:
Wear this wild-olive wreath upon thy brow,935
The noble prize I won on Pisa's plain;
And hold above thy head this leafy branch,