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EURIPIDES.

No, with these arms will I unto the shrine,
And for thy coming thither will I wait.

[Exit.

Iphigeneia.

Mother, why art thou weeping silently?


Klytemnestra.

Good cause have I, woe's me! to break mine heart. 1435


Iphigeneia.

Forbear, make me not craven; but this do—


Klytemnestra.

Speak: thou shalt have no wrong of me, my child.


Iphigeneia.

Shear not for me the tresses of thine hair,
Neither in sable stole array thy form.


Klytemnestra.

Why say'st thou this? When I have lost thee, child!— 1440


Iphigeneia.

Nay, I am saved. Thy glory shall I be.


Klytemnestra.

How sayest thou? Must I not mourn thy death?


Iphigeneia.

Nay, nay: no grave-mound shall be heaped for me.


Klytemnestra.

How then?—in death is burial not implied?

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