ORESTES.
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Orestes.
Fear'st thou lest thou turn to stone, as who hath seen the Gorgon nigh?1520
Phrygian.
Nay, but rather to a corpse: of head of Gorgon nought know I.
Orestes.
Thou a slave, and fearest Death, who shall from misery set thee free!
Phrygian.
Every man, though ne'er so much a thrall, yet joys the light to see.
Orestes.
Well thou say'st: thy wit hath saved thee. Hence within the house—away!
Phrygian.
Then thou wilt not slay me?
Orestes.
Pardoned art thou.1525
Phrygian.
Kindly dost thou say.
Orestes.
Varlet, mine intent may change!—
Phrygian.
Thou utterest now an evil note!
[Exit.
