Pyrrhus. There no stain
Of brother's blood is found.
Agamemnon. Shut in by waves—
Pyrrhus. Nay, but the seas are kin. I know thy house—
Yea, Atreus' and Thyestes' noble house!
Agamemnon. Son of Achilles ere he was a man, 345
And of the maid he ravished secretly—
Pyrrhus. Of that Achilles, who, by right of race,
Through all the world held sway, inherited
The ocean from his mother, and the shades
From Æacus, from Jupiter the sky. 350
Agamemnon. Achilles, who by Paris' hand was slain.
Pyrrhus. One whom the gods attacked not openly.
Agamemnon. To curb thy insolence and daring words
I well were able, but my sword can spare
The conquered. 355
[To some of the soldiers, who surround him.
Call the god's interpreter.