Altar of Her whose bloody rites I wreak."

ORESTES (ASIDE).
Where am I, Pylades? How shall I speak?

IPHIGENIA.
"Else one in grief forsaken shall, like shame,
Haunt thee."

PYLADES (aside).
Orestes!

IPHIGENIA (overhearing him).
Yes: that is the name.

PYLADES.
Ye Gods above!

IPHIGENIA.
Why callest thou on God
For words of mine?

PYLADES.
'Tis nothing. 'Twas a road
My thoughts had turned. Speak on.--No need for us
To question; we shall hear things marvellous.

IPHIGENIA.
Tell him that Artemis my soul did save,
I wot not how, and to the altar gave