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EURIPIDES.
Iphigeneia.
'Neath holy sky to banish that blood-taint.
Thoas.
The strangers' guilt—how knewest thou thereof?
Iphigeneia.
I questioned them, when back the Goddess turned.
Thoas.
Wise child of Hellas, well didst thou discern. 1180
Iphigeneia.
Even now they cast a bait to entice mine heart.
Thoas.
Tidings from Argos—made they this their lure?
Iphigeneia.
Yea, of mine only brother Orestes' weal.
Thoas.
That thou might'st spare them for their welcome news?
Iphigeneia.
My father liveth and is well, say they. 1185
Thoas.
Thou to the Goddess' part in thee didst cleave?[1]
Iphigeneia.
Yea, for I hate all Greece, which gave me death.
- ↑ Or, "Thou, true to Artemis, didst reject the bait?"
