So am I made the poorest wretch in
Argos
;
I a thing of nothing, and Menelaus counting for a man! No son of Peleus I, but the issue of a vengeful fiend, if my name shall
1
serve your husband for the murder. No! by Nereus, who begot my mother Thetis, in his home amid the flowing waves,
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never shall king Agamemnon touch your daughter, no! not even to the laying of a finger-tip upon her robe; or Sipylus
2
, that frontier town of barbarism, the cradle of those chieftains’ line, will be henceforth a city indeed, while
Phthia
’s name will nowhere find mention.
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Calchas, the seer, shall rue beginning the sacrifice with his barley-meal and lustral water. Why, what is a seer? A man who with luck tells the truth sometimes, with frequent falsehoods, but when his luck deserts him, collapses then and there.
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It is not to secure a bride that I have spoken thus—there are maids unnumbered
eager to have my love
3
—no! but king Agamemnon has put an insult on me; he should have asked my leave to use my name as a means to catch the child, for it was I
4
chiefly who induced Clytemnestra to betroth her daughter to me;
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Chorus Leader
Son of Peleus, your words are alike worthy of you and that sea-born deity, the holy goddess.
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Clytemnestra
Ah! would I could find words to utter your praise without excess, and yet not lose the graciousness of it by stinting it; for when the good are praised, they have some sort of feeling
of hatred for those who in their praise exceed the mean. But I am ashamed of intruding a tale of woe, since my affliction touches myself alone and you are not affected by troubles of mine; but still it looks well for the man of worth to assist the unfortunate, even when he is not connected with then.
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Therefore pity us, for our suffering cries for pity; in the first place, I have harbored an idle hope, in thinking to have you marry my daughter; and next, perhaps, the slaying of my child will be to you an evil omen in your wooing hereafter, against which you must guard yourself.
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Your words were good, both first and last; for if you will it so, my daughter will be saved.
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Iphigenia in Aulis. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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