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    Extinct their sceptre's golden light;

    My father's house from its proud height

      Is fallen: its ruins I deplore。

    Who of her kings at Argos holds his reign;

    Her kings once bless'd? But Sorrow's train

    Rolls on impetuous for the rapid steeds

      Which o'er the strand with Pelops fly。

    From what atrocious deeds

      Starts the sun back; his sacred eye

    Of brightness; loathing; turn'd aside?

      And fatal to their house arose;

    From the rich ram; Thessalia's golden pride;

      Slaughter on slaughter; woes on woes:

    Thence; from the dead ages past;

      Vengeance came rushing on its prey;

      And swept the race of Tantalus away。

    Fatal to thee its ruthless haste;

      To me too fatal; from the hour

    My mother wedded; from the night

    She gave me to life's opening light;

      Nursed by affliction's cruel power。

    Early to me; the Fates unkind;

    To know what sorrow is assign'd:

    Me Leda's daughter; hapless dame;

      First blooming offspring of her bed

    (A father's conduct here I blame);

      A joyless victim bred;

      When o'er the strand of Aulis; in the pride

    Of beauty kindling flames of love;

    High on my splendid car I move;

      Betrothed to Thetis' son a bride:

    Ah; hapless bride; to all the train

    Of Grecian fair preferr'd in vain!

    But now; a stranger on this strand;

      'Gainst which the wild waves beat;

      I hold my dreary; joyless seat;

    Far distant from my native land;

    Nor nuptial bed is mine; nor child; nor friend。

      At Argos now no more I raise

      The festal song in Juno's praise;

    Nor o'er the loom sweet…sounding bend;

    As the creative shuttle flies;

    Give forms of Titans fierce to rise;

    And; dreadful with her purple spear;

      Image Athenian Pallas there:

    But on this barbarous shore

      The unhappy stranger's fate I moan;

    The ruthless altar stain'd with gore;

      His deep and dying groan;

    And; for each tear that weeps his woes;

    From me a tear of pity flows。

    Of these the sad remembrance now must sleep:

    A brother dead; ah me! I weep:

    At Argos him; by fate oppress'd;

    I left an infant at the breast;

    A beauteous bud; whose opening charms

    Then blossom'd in his mother's arms;

    Orestes; born to high command;

    The imperial sceptre of the Argive land。

  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    Leaving the sea…wash'd shore a herdsman comes

    Speeding; with some fresh tidings to thee fraught。

                                                 (A HERDSMAN enters。)

  HERDSMAN

    Daughter of Agamemnon; and bright gem

    Of Clytemnestra; hear strange things from me。

  IPHIGENIA

    And what of terror doth thy tale import?

  HERDSMAN

    Two youths; swift…rowing 'twixt the clashing rocks

    Of our wild sea; are landed on the beach;

    A grateful offering at Diana's shrine;

    And victims to the goddess。 Haste; prepare

    The sacred lavers; and the previous rites。

  IPHIGENIA

    Whence are the strangers? from what country named?

  HERDSMAN

    From Greece: this only; nothing more; I know。

  IPHIGENIA

    Didst thou not hear what names the strangers bear?

  HERDSMAN

    One by the other was call'd Pylades。

  IPHIGENIA

    How is the stranger; his companion; named?

  HERDSMAN

    This none of us can tell: we heard it not。

  IPHIGENIA

    How saw you them? how seized them? by what chance?

  HERDSMAN

    Mid the rude cliffs that o'er the Euxine hang…

  IPHIGENIA

    And what concern have herdsmen with the sea?

  HERDSMAN

    To wash our herds in the salt wave we came。

  IPHIGENIA

    To what I ask'd return: how seized you them?

    Tell me the manner; this I wish to know:

    For slow the victims come; nor hath some while

    The altar of the goddess; as was wont;

    Been crimson'd with the streams of Grecian blood。

  HERDSMAN

    Our herds; which in the forest feed; we drove

    Amid the tide that rushes to the shore;

    'Twixt the Symplegades: it was the place;

    Where in the rifted rock the chafing surge

    Hath hallow'd a rude cave; the haunt of those

    Whose quest is purple。 Of our number there

    A herdsman saw two youths; and back return'd

    With soft and silent step; then pointing; said;

    〃Do you not see them? These are deities

    That sit there。〃 One; who with religious awe

    Revered the gods; with hands uplifted pray'd;

    His eyes fix'd on them;…〃Son of the sea…nymph

    Leucothoe; guardian of the labouring bark;

    Our lord Palaemon; be propitious to us!

    Or sit you on our shores; bright sons of Jove;

    Castor and Pollux? Or the glorious boast

    Of Nereus; father of the noble choir

    Of fifty Nereids?〃 One; whose untaught mind

    Audacious folly harden'd 'gainst the sense

    Of holy awe; scoff'd at his prayers; and said;…

    〃These are wreck'd mariners; that take their seat

    In the cleft rock through fear; as they have heard

    Our prescribed rite; that here we sacrifice

    The stranger。〃 To the greater part he seem'd

    Well to have spoken; and we judged it meet

    To seize the victims; by our country's law

    Due to the goddess。 Of the stranger youths;

    One at this instant started from the rock:

    Awhile he stood; and wildly toss'd his head;

    And groan'd; his loose arms trembling all their length;

    Convulsed with madness; and a hunter loud

    Then cried;…〃Dost thou behold her; Pylades?

    Dost thou not see this dragon fierce from hell

    Rushing to kill me; and against me rousing

    Her horrid vipers? See this other here;

    Emitting fire and slaughter from her vests;

    Sails on her wings; my mother in her arms

    Bearing; to hurl this mass of rock upon me!

    Ah; she will kill me! Whither shall I fly?〃

    His visage might we see no more the same;

    And his voice varied; now the roar of bulls;

    The howl of dogs now uttering; mimic sounds

    Sent by the maddening Furies; as they say。

    Together thronging; as of death assured;

    We sit in silence; but he drew his sword;

    And; like a lion rushing mid our herds;

    Plunged in their sides the weapon; weening thus

    To drive the Furies; till the briny wave

    Foam'd with their blood。 But when among our herds

    We saw this havoc made; we all 'gan rouse

    To arms; and blew our sounding shells to alarm

    The neighbouring peasants; for we thought in fight

    Rude herdsmen to these youthful strangers; train'd

    To arms; ill match'd; and forthwith to our aid

    Flock'd numbers。 But; his frenzy of its force

    Abating; on the earth the stranger falls;

    Foam bursting from his mouth: but when he saw

    The advantage; each adventured on and hurl'd

    What might annoy him fallen: the other youth

    Wiped off the foam; took of his person care;

    His fine…wrought robe spread over him; with heed

    The flying stones observing; warded of

    The wounds; and each kind office to his friend

    Attentively perform'd。 His sense return'd;

    The stranger started up; and soon perceived

    The tide of foes that roll'd impetuous on;

    The danger and distress that closed them round。

    He heaved a sigh; an unremitting storm

    Of stones we pour'd; and each incited each:

    Then we his dreadful exhortation heard:…

    〃Pylades; we shall die; but let us die

    With glory: draw thy sword; and follow me。〃

    But when we saw the enemies advance

    With brandish'd swords; the steep heights crown'd with wood

    We fell in flight: but others; if one flies;

    Press on them; if again they drive these back;

    What before fled turns; with a storm of stones

    Assaulting them; but; what exceeds belief;

    Hurl'd by a thousand hands; not one could hit

    The victims of the goddess: scarce at length;

    Not by brave daring seized we them; but round

    We closed upon them; and their swords with stones

    Beat; wily; from their hands; for on their knees

    They through fatigue had sunk upon the ground:

    We bare them to the monarch of this land:

    He view'd them; and without delay to the

    Sent them devoted to the cleansing vase;

    And to the altar。 Victims such as these;

    O virgin; wish to find; for if such youths

    Thou offer; for thy slaughter Greece will pay;

    Her wrongs to thee at Aulis well avenged。

  LEADER

    These things are wonderful; which thou hast told

    Of him; whoe'er he be; the youth from Greece

    Arrived on this inhospitable shore。

  IPHIGENIA

    'Tis well: go thou; and bring the strangers hither:

    What here is to be done shall be our care。

                                              (The HERDSMAN departs。)

      O my unhappy heart! before this hour

    To strangers thou wast gentle; always touch'd

    With pity; and with tears their tears repaid;

    When Grecians; natives of my country; came

    Into my hands: but from the dreams; which prompt

    To deeds ungentle; showing that no more

    Orestes views the sun's fair light; whoe'er

    Ye are that hither come; me will you find

    Relentless now。 This is the truth; my friends:

    My heart is rent; and never will the wretch;

    Who feels affliction's cruel tortures; bear

    Good…will to those that are more fortunate。

    Never came gale from Jove; nor flying bark;

    Which 'twixt the dangerous rocks of the Euxine sea

    Brought Helen hither; who my ruin wrought;

    Nor Menelaus; that on them my foul wrongs

    I might repay; and with an Aulis here

    Requite the Aulis there; where I was seized;

    And; as a heifer; by the Grecians slain:

    My father too; who gave me birth; was priest。

    Ah me! the sad remembrance of those ills

    Yet lives: how often did I stroke thy cheek;

    And; hanging on thy knees; address thee thus:…

    〃Alas; my father! I by thee am led

    A bride to bridal rites unbless'd and base:

    Them; while by thee I bleed; my mother hymns;

    And the Argive dames; with hymeneal strains;

    And with the jocund pipe the house resounds:

    But at the altar I by thee am slain;

    For Pluto was the Achilles; not the son

    Of Peleus; whom to me thou didst announce

    The affianced bridegroom; and by guile didst bring

    To bloody nuptials in the rolling car。〃

    But; o'er mine eyes the veil's fine texture spread;

    This brother in my hands who now is lost;

    I clasp'd not; though his sister; did not press

    My lips to his; through virgin modesty;

    As going to the house of Peleus: then

    Each fond embrace I to another time

    Deferr'd; as soon to Argos to return。

    If; O unhappy brother; thou art dead;

    From what a state; thy father's envied height

    Of glory; loved Orestes; art thou torn!…

    These fal

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