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Orestes.
On! unmanly is inglorious death!
Pylades.
Thy saying bravely rings.
Orestes.
Shall we then unto my sister tell our purpose?
Pylades.
Nay, by heaven!
Orestes.
Sooth, she might break into weeping.
Pylades.
So were evil omen given.
Orestes.
Surely then were silence better.
Pylades.
Lesser hindrance shouldst thou find.
Orestes.
Yet, one stumblingblock confronts me—790
Pylades.
What new thing is in thy mind?
Orestes.
Lest the Fiends by madness stay me.
