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Orestes.
Should I go and tell the people—
Pylades.
That thou wroughtest righteously?775
Orestes.
Taking vengeance for my father?
Pylades.
Glad might they lay hold on thee.
Orestes.
How then, cower and die in silence?
Pylades.
This in craven sort were done.
Orestes.
What then do?
Pylades.
Hast any hope of life, if here thou linger on?
Orestes.
None.
Pylades.
But is there hope, in going, of deliverance from the ill?
Orestes.
Haply might there be.
