_Aegis._ Why dost thou force me in? If this be right,
What need of darkness? Why not slay at once?
_Ores._ Give thou no orders, but where thou did'st slay
My father go, that thou too there may'st die.
_Aegis._ Truly the doom is fixed, this house should see
The ills that on the house of Pelops fall,
Or present, or to come.
_Ores._ Yes, those that fall
On thee: of these I am a prophet true.
_Aegis._ Thou boastest of a skill which he had not--
Thy father.
_Ores._ Still thou bandiest many words,
And length'nest out the way. Move on.
_Aegis._ Lead thou.
_Ores._ Not so, thou must go first.
_Aegis._ Dost think I'll flee?
_Ores._ Thou must not die the death thou would'st desire.
I needs must make it utter. Doom like this
Should fall on all who dare transgress the laws,
The doom of death. Then wickedness no more
Would multiply its strength.
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