Not till the ways of prudence all are tried,
And tried in vain, the turn of rashness comes.
Thou leapest to thy deed, and hast not ask'd
Thy kinsfolk and thy father's friends for aid.
Æpytus
And to what friends should I for aid apply?
Merope
The royal race of Temenus, in Argos——
Æpytus
That house, like ours, intestine murder maims.
Merope
Thy Spartan cousins, Procles and his brother——
Æpytus