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O had Troy been reprieved not
While their pine-wings delayed!
O had Zeus never breathed on Euripus the breath that our voyaging stayed!—
He who tempers his gales
Unto men as he will;
Some shake out glad sails,
Some in sorrow sit still
Fate-fettered: these speed from the haven, the white wings of those never fill.
O travail-worn seed 1330
Of the sons of a day!
How Fate hath decreed
Disaster alway!
What burden of anguish did Tyndareus' child on the Danaans lay!
Chorus.
I pity thee for this unhappy lot
Found of thee: would thou ne'er hadst come thereon!
Iphigeneia.
Mother mine, I see a throng of men that hither hasten on!
Klytemnestra.
Child, 'tis he for whom thou earnest hither, even Thetis' son.
Iphigeneia.
Handmaids, ope to me the doors, that I within may hide my face! 1340