OLD MAN.

Strike down
Aegisthus ... and thy mother.

ORESTES.

'Tis the crown
My race is run for. But how find him?

OLD MAN.

Not
Within the city walls, however hot
Thy spirit.

ORESTES.

Ha! With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailèd pikemen?

OLD MAN.

Even so:
He lives in fear of thee, and night nor day
Hath slumber.

ORESTES.