The Iphigenia in Tauris of Euripides by Euripides
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ORESTES.
Dead. And hath wrecked another's life as well. IPHIGENIA. Dead? By what dreadful fortune? Woe is me! ORESTES. Why sighst thou? Had he any link with thee? IPHIGENIA. I did but think of his old joy and pride. ORESTES. His own wife foully stabbed him, and he died. IPHIGENIA. O God! I pity her that slew ... and him that slew. ORESTES. Now cease thy questions. Add no word thereto. IPHIGENIA. But one word. Lives she still, that hapless wife? ORESTES. No. Her own son, her first-born, took her life. IPHIGENIA. O shipwrecked house! What thought was in his brain? |
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