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By the gods, Pylades, do you feel the same thing I do? Pylades
I do not know; I have no reply to your question. Orestes
 Who is the girl? How like a Hellene she questioned me about the labors in Ilium and the return of the Achaeans, and Calchas, wise in omens, and Achilles' name; and how she pitied the wretched Agamemnon, and asked me about  his wife and children! This stranger is an Argive by race, and from that land; or she would not be sending the tablet and examining these things, as if she had some share in Argos' prosperity. Pylades
You are not much ahead of me: I was about to say the same things you said,  except this: all who move about in the world know what happens to kings. But I have arrived at another consideration. Orestes
What is it? Share it with me so that you may know better. Pylades
It is shameful for me to live when you are dead;  I sailed together with you, and I ought to die together with you. For I will seem a coward and base in Argos and Phocis of the many mountain folds. Most will think—for most people are base—that I betrayed you and saved myself to come home alone,  or I plotted your death, in the afflictions of your house, for the sake of your kingdom, since I married your sister and heiress. I fear these things and I am ashamed; and I must breathe my last with you,  be slaughtered with you and consumed on the pyre; because I am your friend and I fear reproach.