More I know not; he had there
A wreathed ox, as for some weighty prayer.
A wreathed ox, as for some weighty prayer.
Euripides - Electra
That good word shall trace
My path for me! Thou saw'st him? In what place?
OLD MAN.
Out on the pastures where his horses stray.
ORESTES.
What did he there so far? --A gleam of day
Crosseth our darkness.
OLD MAN.
'Twas a feast, methought,
Of worship to the wild-wood nymphs he wrought.
ORESTES.
The watchers of men's birth? Is there a son
New born to him, or doth he pray for one
That cometh? [_Movement of_ ELECTRA.
OLD MAN.
More I know not; he had there
A wreathed ox, as for some weighty prayer.
ORESTES.
What force was with him? Not his serfs alone?
OLD MAN.
No Argive lord was there; none but his own
Household.
ORESTES.
Not any that aught know my face,
Or guess?
OLD MAN.
Thralls, thralls; who ne'er have seen thy face.
ORESTES.
Once I prevail, the thralls will welcome me!
OLD MAN.
The slaves' way, that; and no ill thing for thee!
ORESTES.
How can I once come near him?
