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And this child take ye, Agamemnon's boy,
Orestes, who is yet a wordless babe.
How?—lulled to sleep, child, by the swaying car?
Wake for thy sister's bridal smilingly;
For thine heroic strain shall get for kin 625
A hero, even the Nereid's godlike child.
Hither, my daughter, seat thee at my side:
Hard by thy mother, Iphigeneia, take
Thy place, and to these strangers show my bliss.
Lo, thy beloved father!—welcome him. 630
Enter Agamemnon.
Iphigeneia (running to his arms).
O mother, I outrun thee—be not wroth—
And heart to heart I clasp my father close.
Klytemnestra.
O most of me revered, Agamemnon King,
We come, obedient unto thy behest.
Iphigeneia.
Fain am I, father, on thy breast to fall, 635
After so long! Though others I outrun,—
For O, I yearn for thy face!—be not wroth.
Klytemnestra.
Child, this thou mayst: yea, ever, most of all
The children I have borne, thou lov'st thy sire.