The Iphigenia in Tauris of Euripides by Euripides
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PYLADES.
How like long hair those blood-stains, tawny red! ORESTES. And spoils of slaughtered men--there by the thatch. PYLADES. Aye, first-fruits of the harvest, when they catch Their strangers!--'Tis a place to search with care [He searches, while ORESTES sits.] ORESTES. O God, where hast thou brought me? What new snare Is this?--I slew my mother; I avenged My father at thy bidding; I have ranged A homeless world, hunted by shapes of pain, And circling trod in mine own steps again. At last I stood once more before thy throne And cried thee question, what thing should be done To end these miseries, wherein I reel Through Hellas, mad, lashed like a burning wheel; And thou didst bid me seek ... what land but this Of Tauri, where thy sister Artemis Her altar hath, and seize on that divine Image which fell, men say, into this shrine From heaven. This I must seize by chance or plot Or peril--clearer word was uttered not-- And bear to Attic earth. If this be done, I should have peace from all my malison. |
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