ORESTES.
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Menelaus.
And Argos—how on thy deed looketh she?
Orestes.
I am hated so, that none will speak to me.
Menelaus.
Cleansed are thine hands, as bids the law, from blood?
Orestes.
Barred from all homes am I whereto I seek.[1]430
Menelaus.
Who of the citizens would banish thee?
Orestes.
Oiax[2]—for Troy-born hate against my sire.
Menelaus.
Ay so—to avenge Palamedes' blood on thee.
Orestes.
Not mine the deed. I am trebly overmatched.
Menelaus.
What other?—be they of Aegisthus' friends?435
