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And me, child; nor by aliens' violence
Must sons of Hellas of their wives be spoiled. 1275
[Exit.
Klytemnestra.
O child! O stranger damsels, see!
Woe for thy death! Alas for me!
Thy father flees, to Hades yielding thee!
Iphigeneia.
Alas for me, mother!
One song for us twain
Fate finds us—none other
But this sad strain: 1280
Upon me shall the light and the beams of the sun shine never again.
O Phrygian glade
Overgloomed by the crest
Of Ida, where laid
In a snow-heapen nest
Was the suckling by Priam cast forth, which he plucked from the mother's breast,
Yea, left him to lie
Till the death-doom should claim
Paris, whereby 1290
Throughout Troy was his name
Paris of Ida, where fostered a herdman mid kine he became.
Would God amid fountains
Of foam-silvered sheen