ORESTES. IPHIGENIA. THOAS.
_Enter_ PYLADES, _soon after him_ ARKAS, _both with
drawn swords_.
PYLADES.
Do not delay! our friends are putting forth
Their final strength, and yielding step by step,
Are slowly driven backward to the sea.--
A conference of princes find I here?
Is this the sacred person of the king?
ARKAS.
Calmly, as doth become thee, thou dost stand,
O king, surrounded by thine enemies.
Soon their temerity shall be chastis'd;
Their yielding followers fly.--their ship is ours.
Speak but the word, and it is wrapt in flames.
THOAS.
Go, and command my people to forbear!
Let none annoy the foe while we confer. (_Arkas retires_.)
ORESTES.
I willingly consent. Go, Pylades!
Collect the remnant of our friends, and wait
The appointed issue of our enterprize.
(_Pylades retires_.)