Clytemnestra
My child! oh, foreign women! Alas for me, for your death! Your father escapes, surrendering you to Hades.
Iphigenia
Alas for me, mother! for the same
lament has fallen to both of us in our fortune. No more for me the light of day! no more these beams of the sun! Oh, oh! that snow-beat glen in
Phrygia
and the hills of Ida,
1280
where Priam once exposed a tender baby, torn from his mother’s arms to meet a deadly doom,
Paris
, called the child of Ida
1285
in the Phrygians’ town. Would that he never had settled Alexander, the herdsman reared among the herds, beside that water crystal-clear, where are fountains
1290
of the Nymphs and their meadow rich with blooming flowers, where hyacinths and rose-buds blow for goddesses to gather! Here one day
1295
came Pallas and Cypris of the subtle heart, Hera too and Hermes messenger of Zeus; Cypris, proud of the longing she causes,
1300
Pallas of her prowess; and Hera of her royal marriage with king Zeus; to decide a hateful strife about their beauty; but it is my death,
1305
Iphigenia in Aulis. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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