_ Saw'st thou not
Long since that thou didst speak to them that live
As they were dead?
_Aegis._ Ah me! I catch thy words.
It needs must be that he who speaks to me
Is named Orestes.
_Ores._ Wert thou then deceived,
Thou excellent diviner?
_Aegis._ Woe is me!
I perish, yet permit me first to speak
One little word.
_Elec._ Give him no leave to speak,
By all the gods, my brother, nor to spin
His long discourse. When men are plunged in ills
What gain can one who stands condemned to die
Reap from delay? No, slay him out of hand;
And, having slain him, cast him forth, to find
Fit burial at their hands from whom 'tis meet
That he should have it, far away from view.
Thus only shall I gain a remedy
For all the evils of the years gone by.
_Ores._ [To _Aegisthus_.] Go thou within, and quickly.
Now our strife
Is not of words, but for thy life itself.
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