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568-622 EURIPIDES<br />
Or. Alive he is, unhappy wretch, and wandering<br />
without a home.<br />
Ip. Begone, ye lying dreams, proved worthless<br />
after alll<br />
Or. Even the gods, who at least bear the title of<br />
wise, prove no less false than flitting dreams; in<br />
things divine as well as human, confusion reigns;<br />
and 'tis only one cause of grief, when a man, through<br />
no folly of his own but from obeying the dictates of<br />
prophets, is ruined, as ruined he is in the judgment<br />
of those who know.<br />
Ch. Ah, well-a-day! and what is the fate of our<br />
dear fathers? are they still alive, or dead? who can<br />
tell ?<br />
Ip. Listen, sirs, for I have hit upon a plan, I think,<br />
to further your interests and my own at the same<br />
time; and this is the best guarantee of success, if all<br />
approve the same object. Wouldst thou, were I to<br />
spare thee, return to Argos for me with a message to<br />
my friends there, and carry them a letter, written<br />
by a captive out of pity for me; for he regarded not<br />
mine as the hand that slew him, but held our custom<br />
answerable for his death, such being the view our<br />
goddess takes of justice? For I had no one to return<br />
to Argos with my message and convey my letter to<br />
some friend of mine, if spared; but as thou seemest<br />
to be a man of no mean breeding and knowest Mycenre<br />
and the persons I mean, accept thyself the<br />
means of rescue, earning a noble wage-thy safety<br />
for a scrap of writing; but thy friend must be parted<br />
from thee and offered to the goddess, for this is our<br />
city's stern decree.<br />
Or. A fair proposal, lady stranger, save in one respect.<br />
That he should have to bleed is a heavy weight<br />
upon my heart; for 'tis I who steer this troubled<br />
craft; he but sails with me to save my toil. Wherefore<br />
it is not right that I should pleasure thee on terms<br />
that seal his doom, while I escape myself from trouble.<br />
No! be this the way; give him the letter; for he<br />
will convey it to Argos, and so thy end is· served;<br />
but let who will slay me. Foul shame were it for a<br />
man to plunge his friends into trouble and escape<br />
himself; and this man is a friend, whose life I prize<br />
as highly as my own.<br />
Ip. Heroic spirit! what a noble stock was thine!<br />
how true thou art to friends! Oh, mav the last survivor<br />
of my race prove such another! for I, too, sirs,<br />
am not left brotherless; only I see him not.<br />
This being thy wish, I will send him to carry the<br />
letter, and thou shalt die; but thy goodwill towards<br />
him must be something great!<br />
Or. But who will offer me and dare that awful<br />
deed?<br />
Ip. Myself; for this is the office I hold of the goddess.<br />
Or. A sad unenviable task, fair maid.<br />
Ip. But I am the slave of necessity, whose law I<br />
must observe.<br />
Or. Is this the hand-this woman's hand-that<br />
draws the knife on men?<br />
Ip. Not that, but round thy brow I shall sprinkle<br />
lustral water.<br />
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Or. Who gives the fatal blow? if I may ask thee<br />
this.<br />
Ip. Inside this building are men, whose office this is.<br />
Or. What kind of tomb will await me, when I am<br />
dead?<br />
Ip. The sacred fire within and a gaping chasm in<br />
the rock.<br />
Or. Ah! would that a sister's hand could lay me<br />
out!<br />
Ip. An idle prayer, poor wretch! whoever thou<br />
art, for her home lies far from this savage shore. Still,<br />
as thou art an Argive, I will not let thee want for<br />
aught that is in my power; I will place in thy grave<br />
good store of ornament and quench thy charred remains<br />
with yellow olive oil and will pour upon thy<br />
pyre the nectar sucked from many a flower by russet<br />
mountain bees.<br />
I go now to fetch my letter from the goddess's<br />
temple; yet regard not this ill-will as mine.<br />
Watch them, guards, without binding them. It<br />
may be I shall send unlooked-for tidings to a friend<br />
in Argos, even to him whom most I love, and the<br />
letter announcing that they live, whom he thinks<br />
dead, will confirm the message of joy.<br />
Exit 11'HIGllNIA.<br />
Ch. (To ORESTES) I weep for thee, the victim of<br />
her fatal sprinkling.<br />
Or. Nay, there is nothing here for tears; rather<br />
rejoice, ye lady strangers.<br />
Ch. (To PYLADES) I give thee joy, young sir, on<br />
thy happy fortune, in that thou wilt tread thy native<br />
soil.<br />
Py. No cause surely to envy a man, when his<br />
friends are dying!<br />
Ch. Alas, cruel mission!<br />
Woe is thee! thy doom is sealed. Ah! which of the<br />
pair is the more undone? My mind is still distraught<br />
with two-fold doubt whether to mourn for thee or<br />
thee the more.<br />
Or. Prithee, Pylades, art thou in like case with<br />
myself?<br />
·Py. I know not; thy question finds me with no<br />
answer ready.<br />
Or. Who is this maid? How like a daughter of<br />
Hellas she questioned us of the toils at Troy and the<br />
Achreans' return, of C'.alchas the clever augur and<br />
famous Achilles! what pity she expressed for Agamemnon's<br />
fate, and how she pressed me about his<br />
wife and children! This stranger maid is haply an<br />
Argive by descent; else would she never have been<br />
sending a letter and inquiring so straitly about these<br />
matters, as if she shared herself in the welfare of<br />
Argos.<br />
Py. Thou hast forestalled me slightly, but for all<br />
that thy conclusions are the same, except on one<br />
point; a\l of course who have ever had dealings with<br />
others hear about the misfortunes of kings. But there<br />
was quite another theme she discussed.<br />
Or. What was that? divulge it to me and thou<br />
rna yest understand it better.<br />
Py. It is shameful that I should live and thou be<br />
slain; as I shared thy voyage, so ought I to share thy