ORES. I appear to behold three virgins like the night. MEN. I know whom thou meanest, but am unwilling to name them. ORES. Yes: for they are awful; but forbear from speaking such high polished words.[10] MEN. Do these drive thee to distraction on account of this kindred murder? ORES. Alas me for the persecutions, with which wretched I am driven! MEN. It is not strange that those who do strange deeds should suffer them. ORES. But we have whereto we may transfer the criminality[11] of the mischance. MEN. Say not the death _of thy father;_ for this is not wise. ORES. Phœbus who commanded us to perpetrate the slaying of our mother. MEN. Being more ignorant than to know equity, and justice. ORES. We are servants of the Gods, whatever those Gods be. MEN. And then does not Apollo assist thee in thy miseries? ORES. He is always about to do it, but such are the Gods by nature. MEN. But how long a time has thy mother's breath gone from her? ORES. This is the sixth day since; the funeral pyre is yet warm. MEN. How quickly have the Goddesses come to demand of thee thy mother's blood! ORES. I am not wise, but a true friend to my friends. MEN. But what then doth the revenge of thy father profit thee? ORES. Nothing yet; but I consider what is in prospect in the same light as a thing not done. MEN. But regarding the city how standest thou, having done these things? ORES. We are hated to that degree, that no one speaks to us. MEN. Nor hast thou washed thy blood from thy hands according to the laws? ORES. _How can I?_ for I am shut out from the houses, whithersoever I go. MEN. Who of the citizens thus contend to drive thee from the land? ORES. Œax,[12] imputing to my father the hatred which arose on account of Troy. MEN. I understand. The death of Palamede takes its vengeance on thee. ORES. In which at least I had no share--but I perish by the three. MEN. But who else? Is it perchance one of the friends of Ægisthus? ORES. They persecute me, whom now the city obeys. MEN. But does the city suffer thee to wield Agamemnon's sceptre? ORES. How should they? who no longer suffer us to live. MEN. Doing what, which thou canst tell me as a clear fact? ORES. This very day sentence will be passed upon us. MEN. To be exiled from this city? or to die? or not to die? ORES. To die, by being stoned with stones by the citizens. MEN. And dost thou not fly then, escaping beyond the boundaries of the country? ORES. _How can we?_ for we are surrounded on every side by brazen arms. MEN. By private enemies, or by the hand of Argos? ORES. By all the citizens, that I may die--the word is brief. MEN. O unhappy man! thou art come to the extreme of misfortune.