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 chastiz'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_.]