Ta'en by the king in war. He knew 'twas not
My will that craved for blood, but One on high
Who holds it righteous her due prey shall die.
And since that day no Greek hath ever come
Whom I could save and send to Argos home
With prayer for help to any friend: but thou,
I think, dost loathe me not; and thou dost know
Mycenae and the names that fill my heart.
Help me! Be saved! Thou also hast thy part,
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IPHIGENIA.
'Tis I. This altar's spell is over me.

ORESTES.
A grievous office and unblest, O maid.

IPHIGENIA.
What dare I do? The law must be obeyed.

ORESTES.
A girl to hold a sword and stab men dead!

IPHIGENIA.
I shall but sign the water on thy head.

ORESTES.
And who shall strike me, if I needs must ask?

IPHIGENIA.