Iphigenia
O wretched, in my dreadful daring!
How dreadful were the things I endured, alas, my brother! By only a little you escaped an unholy death, slain by my hands. But how will these things end? What fortune will assist me?
870
What way will I find to send you from this city, from slaughter, to your native
Argos
,
875
before the sword draws near to your blood? This is your business, unhappy soul, to find out. On the dry land, not in a ship?
880
But if you go on foot, through trackless paths and barbarian tribes, you will draw near to death.
885
But through the dark rocks of the narrow passage is a long way for flight by ship.
890
I am unhappy, unhappy!
Who, either god or mortal or something unexpected, might accomplish a way that is no way, and reveal a release from troubles for the only two children of the house of Atreus?
895
Iphigenia in Tauris. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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