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Orestes.
Once I prevail, the thralls will welcome me!
Old Man.
The slaves' way, that; and no ill thing for thee!
Orestes.
How can I once come near him?
Old Man.
Walk thy ways
Hard by, where he may sec thee, ere he slays
His sacrifice.
Orestes.
How? Is the road so nigh?
Old Man.
He cannot choose but see thee, passing by,
And bid thee stay to share the beast they kill.
Orestes.
A bitter fellow-feaster, if God will!
Old Man.
And then . . . then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's chances!
Orestes.
Aye. Well hast thou counselled me.
But . . . where is she?
