TH. Does not the wave dash against the very temple?
IPH. There is need of solitude, for we have other things to do.
TH. Lead them whither thou wilt, I crave not to see things that may not be
told.
IPH. The image of the Goddess also must be purified by me.
TH. If indeed the stain of the matricide hath fallen on it.
IPH. For otherwise I should not have removed it from its pedestal.
TH. Just piety and foresight! How reasonably doth all the city marvel at
thee!
IPH. Knowest thou then what must be done for me?
TH. 'Tis thine to explain this.
IPH. Cast fetters upon the strangers.
TH. Whither could they escape from thee?
IPH. Greece knows nothing faithful.
TH. Go for the fetters, attendants.
IPH. Ay, and let them bring the strangers hither.
TH. This shall be.
IPH. Having enveloped their heads in robes.
TH. Against the scorching of the sun?