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EURIPIDES.
Pylades.
By the Gods, to this what said he?—fain would I know this of thee.
Orestes.
Cautious was he—as the false friend still to friends is wont to be.
Pylades.
Fleeing to what plea for refuge?—all I know when this I hear.
Orestes.
He had come, the father who begat the daughters without peer.750
Pylades.
Tyndareus thou meanest,—for his daughter haply filled with ire.
Orestes.
Rightly guessed: such kinsman Menelaus chose before my sire.
Pylades.
Dared he not lay hand unto thy burden, not when here he stood?
Orestes.
Hero is there none in him!—mid women valiant he of mood.
Pylades.
Then art thou in depth of evil: death for thee must needs abide.755
Orestes.
Touching this our murder must the vote of Argos' folk decide.
