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IPHIGENEIA AT AULIS.
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Agamemnon.
Ha!—
A hideous question!—foul suspicion this!
Klytemnestra.
Peace!
Render me answer first as touching this.
Agamemnon.
To question fair fair answer shalt thou hear.
Klytemnestra.
Nought else I ask, thou answer me nought else. 1135
Agamemnon.
O mighty Doom, O Fate, O fortune mine!
Klytemnestra.
And mine, and hers! One fate for wretched three.
Agamemnon.
Whom have I wronged?[1]
Klytemnestra.
Thou—and of me—ask this?
This wit of thine is utter witlessness!
Agamemnon.
Undone am I! My secret is betrayed! 1140