Choephori.
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Chorus.
And how equipped doth she then bid him come?
Nurse.
How? Speak again that I may clearly know.
Chorus.
Whether with body-guards, or all alone?
Nurse.
Spear-bearing followers she bids him bring.
Chorus.
Bear not this message to our hateful lord.
But with all speed do thou with cheerful mien
Bid him approach, that fearless he may hear;
For crooked word the messenger makes straight. 760
Nurse.
How! art thou sound of mind such tidings hearing?
Chorus.
But haply Zeus a change-wind may vouchsafe.
Nurse.
And how? Orestes gone, hope of the house.
Chorus.
Not yet! Dull prophet might interpret here.
Nurse.
What! knowest aught beyond what hath been told?
