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Old Man.
Pass full in view at hour of sacrifice. 635
Orestes.
Hard by the highway be his lands, I trow.
Old Man.
Thence shall he see, and bid thee to the feast.
Orestes.
A bitter fellow-feaster, heaven to help!
Old Man.
Thereafter thou take thought, as fortune falls.
Orestes.
Well hast thou said. My mother—where is she? 640
Old Man.
In Argos, yet shall soon attend the feast.
Orestes.
Why went not forth my mother with her lord?
Old Man.
Fearing the people's taunts there tarried she.
Orestes.
Yea—knowing how men look askance on her.
Old Man.
Even so; a woman for her crimes abhorred. 645
