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EURIPIDES.

Klytemnestra.

Fair sound the things thou nam'st:—but to thy deeds 1115
I know not how to give fair-sounding names.
Daughter, come forth: to the uttermost thou know'st
Thy sire's design. The babe Orestes take,
And bring thy brother folded in thy robes.
Enter Iphigeneia:
Lo, she is here, obedient unto thee. 1120
The rest, for her, for me, myself will speak.


Agamemnon.

Child, wherefore weep, and blithely look no more,
But earthward bend thy vesture-shrouded eyes?


Klytemnestra.

Ah me!
How shall I make beginning of my woes?
For well may I account each one the first, 1125
Midmost, or last, in misery's tangled web.


Agamemnon.

How now? How find I each and all conspired
To show in each face trouble and amaze?


Klytemnestra.

Answer my question, husband, like a man.


Agamemnon.

No need to bid me: I would fain be asked. 1130


Klytemnestra.

Thy child and mine—mean'st thou to murder her?

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