Part 4 (1/2)

Wouldst thou but tell me all I need of thee!

ORESTES.

'Twere not much added to my misery.

IPHIGENIA.

From Argos! ... Oh, how sweet to see thee here!

ORESTES.

Enjoy it, then. To me 'tis sorry cheer.

IPHIGENIA.

Thou knowest the name of Troy? Far doth it flit.

ORESTES.

Would G.o.d I had not; nay, nor dreamed of it.

IPHIGENIA.

Men fable it is fallen beneath the sword?

ORESTES.

Fallen it is. Thou hast heard no idle word.

IPHIGENIA.

Fallen! At last!--And Helen taken too?

ORESTES.

Aye; on an evil day for one I knew.

IPHIGENIA.

Where is she? I too have some anger stored ...

ORESTES.

In Sparta! Once more happy with her lord!

IPHIGENIA.

Oh. hated of all Greece, not only me!

ORESTES.

I too have tasted of her wizardry.

IPHIGENIA.

And came the armies home, as the tales run?

ORESTES.

To answer that were many tales in one.