then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's chances!
God's chances!
Euripides - Electra
ORESTES.
How can I once come near him?
OLD MAN.
Walk thy ways
Hard by, where he may see thee, ere he slays
His sacrifice.
ORESTES.
How? Is the road so nigh?
OLD MAN.
He cannot choose but see thee, passing by,
And bid thee stay to share the beast they kill.
ORESTES.
A bitter fellow-feaster, if God will!
OLD MAN.
And then . . .
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's chances!
ORESTES.
Aye. Well hast thou counselled me.
But . . . where is she?
OLD MAN.
In Argos now, I guess;
But goes to join her husband, ere the press
Of the feast.
ORESTES.
Why goeth not my mother straight
Forth at her husband's side?
OLD MAN.
She fain will wait
Until the gathered country-folk be gone.
ORESTES.
Enough!
