Pylades.
Tarry:—first, one reproach have I for thee:
Thou didst expect that I would live, thou dead!1070
Orestes.
How, what hast thou to do to die with me?
Pylades.
Dost ask? Without thy friendship what were life?
Orestes.
Thy mother thou slew'st not, as I—woe's me?
Pylades.
I shared thy deed, thy sufferings must I share.
Orestes.
Restore thee to thy sire; die not with me.1075
Thou hast a city,—none to me is left,—
A father's home, a haven wide of wealth.
Thou canst not wed this maiden evil-starred
Whom I for friendship's sake betrothed to thee.
Yet take thee another bride and rear thee sons:1080
The looked-for tie 'twixt thee and me is not.
Now, O dear name of my companionship,
Farewell!—not this for us, perchance for thee:
For us, the dead, is no glad faring-well!
Pylades.
Far dost thou fail of hitting mine intent.1085
May neither fruitful earth receive my blood,
