Orestes
Hail, prophetic Loxias, for your oracles! You were not a lying prophet after all, but a true seer; and yet I was afraid that it was some fiend I had listened to, when I seemed to hear your voice;
[1670]
but all is ending well, and I obey your word. There! I release Hermione from slaughter and agree to make her my wife whenever her father gives her.
Menelaus
All hail, Helen, daughter of Zeus! I wish you joy of your home in heaven's happy courts.
[1675]
To you, Orestes, I betroth my daughter, as Phoebus said; being noble yourself, may you have benefit from a noble wife, and may I also, in giving her to you.
Apollo
Go now each one to the place appointed by me; reconcile your quarrels.
Menelaus
I must obey.
Orestes
[1680]
And so must I; I make a truce with my fate, Menelaus, and with your oracles, Loxias.