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Come forth, O Clytemnestra, daughter of Tyndareus, from the tent, to hear my news.
Come forth, O Clytemnestra, daughter of Tyndareus, from the tent, to hear my news.
Clytemnestra
I heard your voice and have come
in sad dismay and fearful dread, not sure but what you have arrived with tidings of some fresh trouble for me besides the present woe.
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I heard your voice and have come
in sad dismay and fearful dread, not sure but what you have arrived with tidings of some fresh trouble for me besides the present woe.
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Messenger
No, rather I want to unfold to you a strange and marvellous story about your child.
No, rather I want to unfold to you a strange and marvellous story about your child.
Clytemnestra
Do not delay, then, but speak at once.
Do not delay, then, but speak at once.
Messenger
Dear mistress, you shall learn all clearly; from the outset will I tell it, unless my memory fails me somewhat and confuses my tongue in its account. As soon as we reached the grove of Artemis, the child of Zeus, and the flowery meadows,
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where the Achaean troops were gathered, bringing your daughter with us, at once the Argive army began assembling; but when king Agamemnon saw the maiden on her way to the grove to be sacrificed, he gave one groan, and, turning away his face, let the tears burst
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from his eyes, as he held his robe before them. But the maid, standing close by her father, spoke thus:
O my father, here I am; willingly I offer my body for my country and all
Hellas
,
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that you may lead me to the altar of the goddess and sacrifice me, since this is Heaven’s ordinance. May good luck be yours for any help that I afford! and may you obtain the victor’s gift and come again to the land of your fathers. So then let none of the Argives lay hands on me,
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for I will bravely yield my neck without a word.
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She spoke; and each man marvelled, as he heard the maiden’s brave speech. But in the midst Talthybius stood up, for this was his duty, and bade the army refrain from word or deed;
and Calchas, the seer, drawing a sharp sword from its scabbard laid it in a basket of beaten gold, and crowned the maiden’s head. Then the son of Peleus, taking the basket and with it lustral water in his hand, ran round the altar of the goddess
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uttering these words:
O Artemis, you child of Zeus, slayer of wild beasts, that wheel your dazzling light amid the gloom, accept this sacrifice which we, the army of the Achaeans and Agamemnon with us, offer to you, pure blood from a beautiful maiden’s neck;
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and grant us safe sailing for our ships and the sack of
Troy
’s towers by our spears.
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Meanwhile the sons of Atreus and all the army stood looking on the ground.
Dear mistress, you shall learn all clearly; from the outset will I tell it, unless my memory fails me somewhat and confuses my tongue in its account. As soon as we reached the grove of Artemis, the child of Zeus, and the flowery meadows,
1540
where the Achaean troops were gathered, bringing your daughter with us, at once the Argive army began assembling; but when king Agamemnon saw the maiden on her way to the grove to be sacrificed, he gave one groan, and, turning away his face, let the tears burst
1545
from his eyes, as he held his robe before them. But the maid, standing close by her father, spoke thus:
O my father, here I am; willingly I offer my body for my country and all
Hellas
,
1550
that you may lead me to the altar of the goddess and sacrifice me, since this is Heaven’s ordinance. May good luck be yours for any help that I afford! and may you obtain the victor’s gift and come again to the land of your fathers. So then let none of the Argives lay hands on me,
1555
for I will bravely yield my neck without a word.
1560
She spoke; and each man marvelled, as he heard the maiden’s brave speech. But in the midst Talthybius stood up, for this was his duty, and bade the army refrain from word or deed;
and Calchas, the seer, drawing a sharp sword from its scabbard laid it in a basket of beaten gold, and crowned the maiden’s head. Then the son of Peleus, taking the basket and with it lustral water in his hand, ran round the altar of the goddess
1565
uttering these words:
O Artemis, you child of Zeus, slayer of wild beasts, that wheel your dazzling light amid the gloom, accept this sacrifice which we, the army of the Achaeans and Agamemnon with us, offer to you, pure blood from a beautiful maiden’s neck;
1570
and grant us safe sailing for our ships and the sack of
Troy
’s towers by our spears.
1575
Meanwhile the sons of Atreus and all the army stood looking on the ground.
Iphigenia in Aulis. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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