OR. I seek Aegisthus’ dwelling all this while.
CH. Welcome. The tongue that told thee hath no blame.
OR. Which of you all will signify within
Our joint arrival,—not unwelcome here.
CH. This maiden, if the nearest should report.
OR. Mistress, wilt thou go yonder and make known,
That certain Phocians on Aegisthus wait?
EL. Oh! can it be that you are come to bring
Clear proofs of the sad rumour we have heard?
OR. I know not what ye have heard. Old Strophius
Charged me with tidings of Orestes’ fate.
EL. What, stranger? How this terror steals on me!
OR. Bearing scant remnants of his body dead
In this small vase thou seest, we bring them home.
EL. O sorrow! thou art here: I see full well
That burden of my heart in present view.