Iphigenia in Tauris

Part 1

1IPHIGENIA: Pelops, son of Tantalus, coming to Pisa with swift horses, married Oenomaus’ daughter, and she gave birth to Atreus, whose children are Menelaus and Agamemnon; from him I was born,

5his child Iphigenia, by the daughter of Tyndareus. Where Euripus rolls about its whirlpools in the frequent winds and twists the darkening waves, my father sacrificed me to Artemis for Helen’s sake, or so he thought, in the famous clefts of Aulis.

10For there lord Agamemnon mustered his expedition of a thousand ships of Hellas, wanting to take the crown of Troy in glorious victory and avenge the outrage to Helen’s marriage, doing this favor for Menelaus.

15But when he met with dreadful winds that would not let him sail, he went to burnt sacrifices, and Calchas had this to say: Lord and general of Hellas, Agamemnon, you will not set free your ships from land until Artemis has your daughter Iphigenia

20as a victim. For you once vowed to sacrifice to the torch-bearing goddess the most beautiful creature brought forth that year; then your wife, Clytemnestra, bore a child in your house—ascribing the prize of beauty to me—whom you must sacrifice. And by the craft of Odysseus,

25they took me from my mother, pretending a marriage with Achilles. I came to Aulis; held up high over the altar, I, the unhappy one, was about to die by the sword; but Artemis gave the Achaeans a deer in exchange for me and stole me from them; conducting me through the bright air,

30she settled me here in the land of the Taurians. A barbarian rules this land of barbarians: Thoas, who runs as quickly as the flight of birds, and so he received his name for his swiftness of foot. Artemis has made me the priestess in this temple.

35Here I begin the rites, which the goddess delights in, of a banquet noble in name only—I am silent as to the rest, for I fear the goddess—

40But others carry out the sacrifices, not to be spoken of, within the temple of the goddess.

42But the strange visions which the night brought with it, I will tell to the air, if that is any relief. I dreamed that I had left this land

45to live in Argos, and to sleep in the midst of the maidens’ rooms; but the earth’s back was shaken by a tossing swell. When I escaped and stood outside, I saw the cornice of the house fall, and the whole roof hurled in ruins on the ground, from the highest pillars.

50One support of my father’s house was left, I thought, and it had yellow locks of hair waving from its capital, and took on human voice. In observance of the art of slaughtering strangers that I practice here, I gave it holy water as if it were about to die, while I wept.

55This is my interpretation of this dream: Orestes, whom I consecrated by my rites, is dead. For male children are the supports of the house; and those whom I purify with holy water die.

60Now I wish to give libations to my brother, though he is absent from me—for I would be able to do this—with the attendants given me by the king, Hellene women. But why

65are they not yet here? I will go inside this temple of the goddess where I live. Exit Iphigenia.

67ORESTES: (entering cautiously.) Look out, take care that no one is in the path.

68PYLADES: I am looking, and turning my eyes everywhere, in examination.

69ORESTES: Pylades, do you think this is the hall of the goddess,

70for which we set sail from Argos?

71PYLADES: Yes, Orestes; and you must think so too.

72ORESTES: And the altar, that drips with the slaughter of Hellenes?

73PYLADES: Its dedications of hair, at least, are red with blood.

74ORESTES: Do you see the spoils hanging from the very walls?

75PYLADES: Trophies of strangers that have been slain. But I must look all around and keep careful watch.

77ORESTES: O Phoebus, where have you again brought me into the snare, by your oracles, since I avenged my father’s blood by the murder of my mother, and was driven by successive Furies,

80a fugitive, away from the land, and completed many winding courses; and coming to you I asked how I might arrive at an end to whirling madness and my labors, which I have carried out, wandering all over Hellas. . . .

85And you told me to go to the boundaries of the Tauric land, where Artemis, your sister, has an altar, and to take the statue of the goddess, which is said here to have fallen to this temple from heaven; and, taking it by craft of some stroke of luck,

90to complete the venture by giving it to the Athenian land—what was to come next was not spoken of—and if I did this, I would have rest from my labors.

93I have come here, obedient to your words, to an unknown, inhospitable land. I ask you,

95Pylades, for you are my accomplice in this task, what shall we do? You see that the surrounding walls are high; shall we ascend the steps leading up to the house? But how might we escape notice? Or loosening the bronze bars of the door with levers,

100of which we know nothing? If we are caught opening the gates and contriving an entrance, we shall die. No, but before we die, let us escape on the ship in which we sailed here.

104PYLADES: Flight is not to be endured, nor are we accustomed to it,

105and we must not bring reproach on the god’s oracle; let us leave the temple and hide in a cave which the black sea washes with its moisture—far from the ship, so that no one, seeing it, may tell the ruler, and then seize us by force.

110But when the eye of gloomy night comes on, then we must dare to take the polished statue from the shrine, by any means. See where between the triglyphs there is an empty space to let ourselves down. The brave endure their labors,

115the cowardly are worth nothing at all.

116ORESTES: Yes, we did not come on a long sea voyage only to undertake a return home before the end; but you have spoken wel, we must obey. We should go wherever we can hide and escape notice.

120For it will not be the god’s fault if his sacred oracle falls to the ground without effect. We must endure. Exeunt Orestes and Pylades.

123CHORUS: Keep a holy silence, you who inhabit the double clashing

125rocks of the Black Sea!

126O daughter of Leto, Dictynna of the mountains, to your hall, to the golden walls of your temple with beautiful pillars,

130I, the servant of the holy key-holder, bend my holy virgin steps. For I have left the towers and walls of Hellas, famous for horses, and

135Europe with its forests, my father’s home.

137I have come. What is the news? What is troubling you? Why have you brought me, brought me to the shrine, you who are the daughter of Atreus’ son, master of a thousand ships and ten thousand soldiers,

140who came to the towers of Troy with a famous fleet?

143IPHIGENIA: Oh! My servants, how I am involved in mournful dirges,

145in laments unfit for the lyre, of a song that is not melodious, alas! alas! wailing for my family. Ruin has come to me; I am lamenting the life of my brother,

150such a vision I saw in my dreams, in the night whose darkness is now over.

152aI am lost, lost! My father’s house is no more; alas for my vanished family,

155alas for the sufferings of Argos! O fate, I had one brother only and you carry him off and send him to Hades. For him,

160I am about to pour over the back of the earth these libations and the bowl of the dead: streams of milk from mountain cows, and offerings of wine from Bacchus,

165and the labor of the tawny bees; these sacrifices are soothing to the dead.

168(To a servant) Give me the golden vessel and the libation of Hades.

170O child of Agamemnon beneath the earth, I send these to you as one dead. Accept them; for I will not bring to your tomb my yellow hair or my tears.

175I live far indeed from your country and mine, where I am thought to lie, unhappily slaughtered.

178CHORUS: I will sing for you, my mistress, responsive songs and

180a barbarian cry of Asian hymns; this song, dear to the dead,

185Hades sings in laments, in chants—not songs of triumph.

186Alas for the house of the Atreidae; the light of their scepter, alas, of the ancestral house, is lost. Once they ruled

190as prosperous kings in Argos, but troubles dart out from troubles: Pelops, on his horses swiftly whirling, made his cast; the sun changed from its seat the holy beam of its rays.

195One pain comes after another, to the house of the golden lamb. . . . from that earlier time when the Tantalids were killed,

200punishment came to the house, and fate presses what you do not want upon you.

203IPHIGENIA: From the beginning my fate was unhappy, from that first night of my mather’s marriage;

205from the beginning the Fates attendant on my birth directed a hard upbringing for me, wooed by Hellenes, the first-born child in the home,

210whom the unhappy daughter of Leda, by my father’s fault, bore as a victim and a sacrifice not joyful, she brought me up as an offering. In the horse-drawn chariot,

215they set me as a bride on the sands of Aulis, oh woe, a wretched bride for the son of the Nereid, alas! But now, as a stranger I live in an unfertile home on this sea that is hostile to strangers,

220without marriage, or children, or city, or friends, not raising hymns to Hera at Argos, nor embroidering with my shuttle, in the singing loom, the likeness of Athenian Pallas and the Titans; but

225. . . a bloody fate, not to be hymned by the lyre, of strangers who wail a piteous cry and weep piteous tears. And now I must forget these things,

230and lament my brother, killed in Argos, whom I left at the breast, still a baby, still an infant, still a young child in his mother’s arms and at her breast,

235the holder of the scepter in Argos, Orestes.

236CHORUS LEADER: Look, here comes a herdsman, who has left the shores of the sea to bring you some new message.

238HERDSMAN: Daughter of Agamemnon, and of Clytemnestra, hear a strange report from me.

240IPHIGENIA: And what is amazing in your news?

241HERDSMAN: Two young men have come to this land, fleeing the dark Symplegades in their ship, an offering and sacrifice pleasing to the goddess Artemis. Be quick to prepare

245the purifications and the first offerings.

Part 2

246IPHIGENIA: What country are the strangers from? How are they dressed?

247HERDSMAN: They are Hellenes; I know this one thing, and nothing further.

248IPHIGENIA: Can’t you tell me their names? Did you hear them?

249HERDSMAN: One was called Pylades by the other.

250IPHIGENIA: What is the name of his companion?

251HERDSMAN: No one knows; we didn’t hear it.

252IPHIGENIA: How did you see them? How did you come upon them and catch them?

253HERDSMAN: At the edge of the breakers of the Black Sea—

254IPHIGENIA: And what do herdsmen have to do with the sea?

255HERDSMAN: We came to wash our cattle in the salt water.

256IPHIGENIA: Go back to the earlier question, how did you take them, and in what way, for I want to know this. They have come after a long time; the altar of the goddess has not yet been reddened by streams of Hellene blood.

260HERDSMAN: When we were driving the cattle, that feed in the forest, into the sea that flows through the Symplegades, there was a broken cleft, hollowed by the constant surge of waves, shelter for those who hunt the purple-fish. Here one of the herdsmen saw two youths,

265and made a retreat on tip-toe. He said: Don’t you see them? These are deities that sit there. One of us, who revered the gods, lifted up his hands and prayed, as he saw them:

270O son of the sea-goddess Leukothea, guardian of ships, lord Palaemon, be propitious to us! Or do you sit on our shores, twin sons of Zeus? Or the darlings of Nereus, father of the chorus of fifty Nereids?

275Another, who was foolish and bold in his lawlessness, laughed at the prayers and asserted that ship-wrecked sailors were sitting on the cliff, in fear of our custom, having heard that we sacrifice strangers here.

279Most of us thought that he spoke well,

280and that we ought to hunt down the customary offerings to the goddess. At this moment, one of the strangers left the rock, and stood, shaking his head up and down and groaning, with hands trembling, wandering in madness; and like a hunter, he cried aloud:

285Pylades, do you see her? Don’t you see hell’s dragon, how she wants to kill me, fringed with her dreadful vipers against me? and the one who breathes fire and slaughter from her robe and wings her way, my mother

290in her arms—the rocky mass, how she hurls it at me! Ah, she will kill me! Where can I escape?

291aWe could not see these shapes; but he alternated the sounds of sheep and howling of dogs . . . to send forth the Furies’ imitations.

295Astonished, we cowered together and sat in silence; but he drew his sword and rushed like a lion into the midst of our cattle, striking their flanks with his iron sword and thrusting it into their sides, thinking in this way to ward off the Furies,

300so that the waves of the sea blossomed red with blood. And all of us, as we saw our herds falling and ravaged, took arms, blew our conch shells, and collected the neighbors; for we thought cowherds would make a poor fight of it

305against well-grown and young foreigners. After a long time, our numbers were complete. But the stranger fell down, his pulsing beat of madness gone, his chin dripping with foam; when we saw him, so conveniently fallen, each of us went to work,

310hurling and striking at him. The other stranger wiped off the foam and tended his body, covering him with a finely-woven robe, looking out for the attacking blows, treating his friend kindly with his care.

315The stranger, now in his senses, started up from his fall and realized the surge of enemies close at hand and the present danger to them both, with a groan; we did not let up our attack with stones, pressing hard from all sides.

320Then we heard his dreadful exhortation: Pylades, we shall die, but let us die with glory; draw your sword, and follow me.

323But when we saw our enemies brandishing their two swords, we fled and filled up the rocky glens.

325But while some would flee, others pressed on and attacked them; if they drove those back, the ones who had just given way struck them with stones again. But it was hard to believe; with so many hands, no one succeeded in hitting these offerings to the goddess.

330We got the better of them with difficulty; not by daring, but by surrounding them in a circle, with stones we took away their swords; they sank on their knees to the ground, in weariness. Then we brought them to the lord of this land. He saw them, and at once

335sent them to you, for purification and slaughter. You have prayed for such sacrificial victims as these strangers, lady; if you destroy them, Hellas will make atonement for your murder and pay the penalty for the sacrifice in Aulis.

340CHORUS LEADER: You have told an amazing story about this madman, whoever he is, who has come from Hellas to the Black Sea.

342IPHIGENIA: Very well. You go and bring the strangers here; the holy rites will be my concern. Exit Herdsman.

344O my unhappy heart, you were gentle to strangers before,

345and always full of pity, measuring out tears for the sake of our common race, whenever Hellenes came into your hands. But now, after those dreams that have made me savage, thinking that Orestes is no longer alive,

350whoever comes here will find me harsh to them. This is true after all, my friends, I have realized: the unfortunate, when themselves doing badly, do not have kind thoughts towards those who are more unfortunate.

354But no breeze from Zeus ever came,

355or a boat, bringing Helen here, through the rocks of the Symplegedes—Helen who destroyed me, with Menelaus, so that I might avenge myself on them, setting an Aulis here against that one there, where the Danaids overpowered me and were going to sacrifice me like a calf,

360and my own father was the priest.

361Ah me!—I cannot forget those past evils—how often did I stroke my father’s cheek and, hanging on his knees, told him: O father, I am brought

365to a shameful betrothal by you; but while you are killing me, my mother and the Argive women are singing wedding hymns, and the whole house is filled with the music of flutes; but I am being destroyed by you. For Achilles was Hades after all, not the son of Peleus,

370whom you held out to me as a husband, and you brought me in a chariot to a bloody wedding by treachery. But I was modestly looking out through a fine veil, and did not take up my brother in my arms—and now he is dead—did not kiss my sister,

375because I was going to the house of Peleus; I put off many embraces to another time, thinking that I would come back again to Argos.

378My unhappy Orestes, if you are dead, what glories have you left, what achievements of a father!

380I blame the goddess’ subtleties; whichever mortal has engaged in murder, or has touched a woman in childbirth or a corpse, she drives from her altars, thinking him impure; but she herself delights in human sacrifices.

385It is not possible that Leto, the wife of Zeus, gave birth to such folly. I judge that the feast prepared by Tantalus for the gods is not to be believed, that they fed on the flesh of his son; and I think that the people here, who are themselves killers of men,

390ascribe to the goddess their sorry behavior. For I believe that no god is evil.

392CHORUS: Dark straits of the sea, dark, where the gadfly flying from Argos

395crossed over the inhospitable wave . . . taking the Asian land in exchange for Europe. Whoever are the ones who left the lovely waters

400of Eurotas, green with reeds, or the holy streams of Dirce, to come here, to come to the unsociable land, where, for the divine maiden, the blood of mortals stains

405the altars and columned temples?

407CHORUS: Did they sail the pine-wood oars with double beat of surge, over the waves of the sea,

410a chariot of a ship in breezes that move the linen sails, to increase the contest of wealth for their halls? For hope is sweet, and

415insatiable in mortals, to their hurt, for those who bear away the weight of wealth, wandering over the wave and crossing to barbarian cities, with one expectation. But thought of wealth comes at the wrong time for some,

420while for others it comes moderately.

421CHORUS: The rocks that rush together, the sleepless shores of Phineus—how did they cross them, running along the salty coast

425on Amphitrite’s surge, where the fifty daughters of Nereus . . . the circular choruses sing,

430with wind in the sails, the guiding rudder creaking under the stern, with southern breezes or by the blasts of the west wind,

435to the land of many birds, the white strand, Achilles’ lovely race-course, over the Black Sea?

439CHORUS: Would that, by my mistress’ prayers, Helen, Leda’s dear child,

440might happen to leave Troy and come here, where she might die, crowned over her hair by the bloody water,

445her throat cut by the hands of my mistress, and so pay her requital. But what a sweet message I should receive, if a sailor came from Hellas,

450to put an end to my wretched slavery! For may I even in dreams be at home and in my ancestral city, the enjoyment of pleasant sleep,

455a grace we have in common with prosperity.

456CHORUS LEADER: But here come the two youths, with tightly bound hands, the new sacrifice for the goddess; silence, my friends. These first-fruits of Hellas are indeed

460approaching the temple; the herdman did not deliver a false message.

463Lady Artemis, if this city carries out the rites in a way pleasing to you, accept the victims,

465which the custom among us declares to be unholy.

467IPHIGENIA: Enough; first, it will be my care to perform well the rites of the goddess. Unbind the strangers’ hands, so that, as holy victims, they may no longer be in chains.

470Then go into the temple and make ready what is necessary and customary at the present time.

472(Turning to the prisoners.) Ah! Who was your mother, who gave you birth, and your father? And your sister, if you happen to have one . . . such two youths as she has lost,

475and will be without a brother! Who knows where such fortunes will arrive? For all the gods’ affairs creep on in darkness, and no one knows evil . . . fate leads us on towards what we cannot know.

479Unhappy strangers, where have you come from?

480For you have sailed a long time to reach this land, and you will be away from your home a long time, in the world below.

Part 3

482ORESTES: Why do you lament these things, and mourn for the evils about to come upon us, lady, whoever you are? I do not think the one who is about to die wise,

485if he wishes to conquer the fear of death by wailing, nor the one who laments when Hades is near and there is no hope of safety; for so he puts together two ills out of one, incurring a charge of folly and dying all the same; we must let fate alone.

490Do not grieve for us; for we are acquainted with the sacrifices here and we know them.

492IPHIGENIA: Which of you is called by the name of Pylades? I want to know this first.

494ORESTES: That one, if you have any pleasure in the knowledge.

495IPHIGENIA: Of what city of Hellas were you born a citizen?

496ORESTES: What would you gain by learning this, lady?

497IPHIGENIA: Are you brothers, from one mother?

498ORESTES: By friendship, yes; we are not brothers by birth, lady.

499IPHIGENIA: What name did your father give you?

500ORESTES: I might rightly be called Unfortunate.

501IPHIGENIA: I do not ask that; ascribe that to fortune.

502ORESTES: If I die unnamed, I would not be mocked at.

503IPHIGENIA: Why do you begrudge this? Are you so proud?

504ORESTES: You will sacrifice my body, not my name.

505IPHIGENIA: Can you not say what city you are from?

506ORESTES: You are seeking nothing profitable, since I am going to die.

507IPHIGENIA: What hinders you from doing me this favor?

508ORESTES: The famous Argos I claim as my native land.

509IPHIGENIA: By the gods, truly, stranger, were you born there?

510ORESTES: Yes, from Mycenae, which was once prosperous.

511IPHIGENIA: Have you left your country as an exile, or by what fate?

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512ORESTES: My flight is in some manner willed and unwilled.

513IPHIGENIA: Could you then tell me something that I wish to know?

514ORESTES: It will be no great addition to my own misfortune.

515IPHIGENIA: Indeed, I am so glad that you have come from Argos!

516ORESTES: I am not; but if you are, take pleasure in it.

517IPHIGENIA: Perhaps you know Troy, whose fame is everywhere.

518ORESTES: Would that I did not, even seen in a dream!

519IPHIGENIA: They say it is no more, lost to the spear.

520ORESTES: It is so; you have heard nothing that has not happened.

521IPHIGENIA: Has Helen come back to Menelaus’ home?

522ORESTES: She has; it was an unfortunate arrival for one dear to me.

523IPHIGENIA: And where is she? She deserves an ill turn from me also.

524ORESTES: She lives at Sparta with her former bedfellow.

525IPHIGENIA: Creature hated by Hellas, not by me alone!

526ORESTES: I have also had some benefit from the marriage of that woman!

527IPHIGENIA: Have the Achaeans returned, as reported?

528ORESTES: How you put everything together and ask me all at once!

529IPHIGENIA: Before you die, I want to profit by your answers.

530ORESTES: Question me, since you desire this; I will tell you.

531IPHIGENIA: Has a certain Calchas, a prophet, come back from Troy?

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532ORESTES: He is dead, as the story goes in Mycenae.

533IPHIGENIA: O goddess, how good that is! What about Odysseus?

534ORESTES: He has not yet returned, but is alive, they say.

535IPHIGENIA: May he die and never achieve a return to his country!

536ORESTES: Do not pray against that man; all is misery for him.

537IPHIGENIA: But is the son of Thetis the Nereid still alive?

538ORESTES: He is not; his marriage at Aulis was in vain.

539IPHIGENIA: Yes, for it was a cheat, as those who experienced it know.

540ORESTES: Who are you? How well you ask about Hellas!

541IPHIGENIA: I am from there; while still a child I was lost.

542ORESTES: Then rightly you desire to know what has happened there, lady.

543IPHIGENIA: What about the general, who is said to be happy?

544ORESTES: Who? The one I knew was not happy.

545IPHIGENIA: There was said to be a certain lord, Agamemnon, son of Atreus.

546ORESTES: I do not know; leave this subject, lady.

547IPHIGENIA: No, by the gods, but tell me, stranger, to delight me.

548ORESTES: The wretched man is dead, and in addition he destroyed another.

549IPHIGENIA: Dead? By what fate? I am unhappy!

550ORESTES: Why do you mourn for this? It doesn’t concern you, does it?

551IPHIGENIA: I grieve for his former prosperity.

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552ORESTES: Yes, for he was dreadfully murdered by a woman.

553IPHIGENIA: O miserable the slayer . . . and the slain!

554ORESTES: Stop now, and do not ask further.

555IPHIGENIA: Only this much, if the wife of the wretched man is alive.

556ORESTES: She is not; she was killed by the son that she bore.

557IPHIGENIA: O house thrown into confusion! What was his intent?

558ORESTES: To avenge on her the death of his father.

559IPHIGENIA: Ah! How well he exacted an evil justice!

560ORESTES: Though he is just, he does not have good fortune from the gods.

561IPHIGENIA: Did Agamemnon leave any other children in his house?

562ORESTES: He left one virgin daughter, Electra.

563IPHIGENIA: What else? Is there any report of the daughter who was sacrificed?

564ORESTES: None, except that she is dead and does not see the light.

565IPHIGENIA: Unhappy girl, and also the father that killed her!

566ORESTES: As a thankless favor to an evil woman, she died.

567IPHIGENIA: Does the dead father’s son live at Argos?

568ORESTES: He lives, the miserable one, both nowhere and everywhere.

569IPHIGENIA: False dreams, farewell; after all, you were nothing.

570ORESTES: And those who are called wise divinities are not less false than winged dreams. These is much confusion, both in divine affairs and in human; but only this is a grief to the one who was not foolish, but trusted in the words of prophets

575and died—as he died to those that know.

576CHORUS LEADER: Ah! What about me, and my parents? Are they alive? Are they not? Who can say?

Part 7

578IPHIGENIA: Listen to me; I have come to a subject which means benefit both to you, strangers,

580and to me, by your efforts. A good action is especially so, if the same matter is pleasing to all. Would you, if I should save you, go to Argos and take a report of me to my friends there, and bring a tablet,

585which a captive wrote for me in pity? He did not think my hand murderous, but that the victims of the goddess, who holds these things just, die under the law. For I have had no one to go back to Argos with that message, who,

590being saved, would send my letter to one of my friends. But you—if, as it seems, you are not hostile to me, and you know Mycenae and those whom I want you to know—be rescued, and have this reward, not a shameful one, safety for the sake of this small letter.

595But let him, since the city exacts it, be the offering to the goddess, separated from you.

597ORESTES: Stranger, you have spoken all well but this: to sacrifice him would be a heavy grief to me. I am the pilot of these misfortunes,

600he sailed with me for the sake of my troubles. For it is not right for me to do you a favor and get out of danger, on condition of his death. But let it happen this way: give him the letter and he will take it to to Argos, for your well-being;

605let anyone who wishes kill me. It is most shameful for anyone to save himself by hurling his friends’ affairs into catastrophe. That man is my friend, and I wish him to live, no less than myself.

609IPHIGENIA: O brave spirit! How you were born from some noble

610stock, and are rightly a friend to your friends! May that one of my relatives who is left be such as you! For I am not without a brother, strangers, except in so far as I do not see him.

614Since you wish it, I will send this man

615with the tablet, and you will die; a great eagerness for this seems to possess you.

617ORESTES: Who will sacrifice me and dare such a dreadful deed ?

618IPHIGENIA: I will; for I hold the office of this goddess.

619ORESTES: It is not envied, lady, and not blessed.

620IPHIGENIA: But I am dedicated to necessity, which must be kept.

621ORESTES: Do you yourself, a woman, sacrifice men with the sword?

622IPHIGENIA: No; but I sprinkle the holy water around your hair.

623ORESTES: Who is the slayer? If I may ask this.

624IPHIGENIA: That charge belongs to those within this temple.

625ORESTES: What sort of tomb will receive me, when I die?

626IPHIGENIA: The sacred fire within and the wide hollow of a cave.

627ORESTES: Ah! Would that my sister’s hand might lay out my body!

628IPHIGENIA: You have prayed in vain, unhappy youth, whoever you are; for she lives far from a barbarian land.

630Yet indeed, since you happen to be an Argive, I too will not leave out any favor that I can do. I will set much ornament on the tomb and quench your body with yellow oil, and throw onto your funeral pyre the gleaming honey, that streams from flowers,

635of the tawny mountain bee.

636But I will go and bring the tablet from the temple of the goddess; take care not to bear me ill-will.

638Guard them, attendants, without chains. Perhaps I will send unexpected news to one of my friends,

640whom I especially love, in Argos; and the tablet, in telling him that those whom he thought dead are alive, will report a joy that can be believed. Exit Iphigenia.

644CHORUS: (to Orestes.) I raise a lament for you; the drops from the holy water,

645mingled with blood, will soon take you into their care.

646ORESTES: This is not a case for pity, but farewell, strangers.

647CHORUS: (to Pylades.) We honor you, young man, for your happy fate, because you will tread on your native land some day.

650PYLADES: An unenviable fate indeed for a friend, when his friend is to die.

651CHORUS: O cruel mission!

652Ah, ah! You are destroyed! Alas, alas! Which is better?

655For still my mind disputes a double argument, shall I mourn for you or rather for you.

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658ORESTES: By the gods, Pylades, do you feel the same thing I do?

659PYLADES: I do not know; I have no reply to your question.

660ORESTES: Who is the girl? How like a Hellene she questioned me about the labors in Ilium and the return of the Achaeans, and Calchas, wise in omens, and Achilles’ name; and how she pitied the wretched Agamemnon, and asked me about

665his wife and children! This stranger is an Argive by race, and from that land; or she would not be sending the tablet and examining these things, as if she had some share in Argos’ prosperity.

669PYLADES: You are not much ahead of me: I was about to say the same things you said,

670except this: all who move about in the world know what happens to kings. But I have arrived at another consideration.

673ORESTES: What is it? Share it with me so that you may know better.

674PYLADES: It is shameful for me to live when you are dead;

675I sailed together with you, and I ought to die together with you. For I will seem a coward and base in Argos and Phocis of the many mountain folds. Most will think—for most people are base—that I betrayed you and saved myself to come home alone,

680or I plotted your death, in the afflictions of your house, for the sake of your kingdom, since I married your sister and heiress. I fear these things and I am ashamed; and I must breathe my last with you,

685be slaughtered with you and consumed on the pyre; because I am your friend and I fear reproach.

687ORESTES: Hush! I must bear my own ills, and when the grief is single, I will not bear it double. What you call vile and infamous,

690would be mine, if I cause you, who have toiled with me, to die; for it is not a hardship for me, suffering as I do at the hands of the gods, to give up my life. But you are prosperous, and you have a house that is pure, not afflicted, while mine is impious and unfortunate.

695If you are saved and get sons from my sister, whom I gave to you for wife, my name would remain and the whole house of my father would not be wiped out in childlessness. But go, and live, and dwell in my father’s house.

700And when you come to Hellas and to Argos of the horses, I charge you, by this right hand: heap up a tomb and build a memorial for me, and let my sister give her hair and tears to the tomb. Report that I died at the hand of an Argive

705woman, at an altar, purified for death. Do not ever betray my sister, when you see how lonely is my father’s house that you have joined by marriage. And now farewell; I have found you the dearest of my friends, you who have hunted with me, grown up with me,

710and borne with me many miseries. Phoebus, though a prophet, has deceived me; creating his plot, he drove me far away from Hellas, ashamed of his earlier prophecies. I gave him my all and trusted in his words,

715killed my mother, and myself perish in turn.

716PYLADES: You will have a tomb, and I will never betray your sister’s bed, unhappy youth, since I will hold you dearer when dead than when alive. But the prophecy of the god has not destroyed you yet;

720although you stand near to slaughter. Great misfortune can offer great reversals, when it is fated; it can indeed.

723ORESTES: Silence; the words of Phoebus are no benefit to me; here comes the woman out of the temple.

725IPHIGENIA: (to the guard.) Go away and make the preparations within for those who attend to the sacrifice.

727Here are the many folds of the tablet, strangers. Hear what I want in addition. No man is the same when he is in troubles

730and when he falls out of fear into courage. I am afraid that when the one who is going to take this tablet to Argos leaves this land, he will put aside my letter as worth nothing.

734ORESTES: What do you want, then? What are you perplexed about?

735IPHIGENIA: Let him give me an oath that he will convey this letter to Argos, to the friends to whom I wish to send it.

737ORESTES: And will you give in return the same words to him?

738IPHIGENIA: To do what, or refrain from doing? Tell me.

739ORESTES: To send him from this barbarous land alive.

740IPHIGENIA: What you say is right; how else could he deliver it?

741ORESTES: Will the king agree to this?

742IPHIGENIA: Yes. I will persuade the king, and I myself will put this man on the ship.

743ORESTES: (to Pylades.) Swear; begin a pious oath.

744IPHIGENIA: (to Pylades.) You must say: I will give this to your friends.

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745PYLADES: I will give this letter to your friends.

746IPHIGENIA: And I will see you safely outside the dark rocks.

747PYLADES: What god do you do you swear by, as witness to your oath?

748IPHIGENIA: Artemis, in whose temple I hold office.

749PYLADES: And I swear by the king of heaven, revered Zeus.

750IPHIGENIA: But if you leave off your oath, and wrong me?

751PYLADES: May I not return. What about you, if you do not save me?

752IPHIGENIA: May I never set foot in Argos alive.

753PYLADES: Now listen to a consideration we have passed over.

754IPHIGENIA: But it will be something new, if it is good.

755PYLADES: Give me this exception: if the ship suffers and the tablet is lost with its cargo in the waves, and I rescue myself only, may this oath not hinder me.

759IPHIGENIA: Do you know what I will do? For many attempts hit many targets.

760I will tell you what is written in the folds of this tablet for you to report to my friends. For this is secure: if you preserve the writing, itself, though silent, will speak its message; if the writing is lost in the sea,

765when you save yourself, you will save my words.

766PYLADES: You have spoken well, on behalf of the gods and me. Make clear to whom I must bring this letter in Argos, and what I must say when I have heard it from you.

769IPHIGENIA: Report to Orestes, the son of Agamemnon:

770the one slain at Aulis sends you this, Iphigenia, who is alive, though no longer alive to those there—

772ORESTES: Where is she? Has she come back from the dead??

773IPHIGENIA: The one you are looking at; don’t confuse me by your talk. Bring me to Argos, my brother, before I die.

775Take me away from the barbarian land and the sacrifices of the goddess, where I hold the office of killing foreigners.

777ORESTES: Pylades, what shall I say? Where have we found ourselves?

778IPHIGENIA: Or I will be a curse to your house.

779PYLADES: Orestes?

779bIPHIGENIA: (stopping to address Pylades.) So that you may know the name, hearing it twice.

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780PYLADES: O gods!

780bIPHIGENIA: Why do you invoke the gods in my affairs?

781PYLADES: No reason; finish your words; my thoughts were elsewhere. Perhaps, if I question you, I will not arrive at things I cannot believe.

783IPHIGENIA: Tell him that Artemis saved me, by giving a deer in exchange for me; my father sacrificed it,

785thinking that he drove the sword sharply into me; and she settled me in this land. This is my letter, this is the writing in the tablet.

788PYLADES: You have bound me with an easy oath, and sworn very well. I will not take much time

790to carry out the oath I swore.

791See, Orestes, I bring you a tablet from your sister here, and give it to you.

793ORESTES: I do receive it, but first I will pass over the letter’s folds to take a joy that is not in words.

795(Approaching to embrace Iphigenia.) My dearest sister, with what astonishment and delight I hold you in my unbelieving arms, after learning these marvels!

798CHORUS LEADER: Stranger, you are wrongly defiling the attendant of the goddess, by putting your hands on her robe that should not be touched.

800ORESTES: My own sister, born from my father Agamemnon, do not turn away from me, when you hold your brother and thought you never would!

803IPHIGENIA: You are my brother? Stop this talk! He is well known in Argos and Nauplia.

805ORESTES: Unhappy girl, your brother is not there.

806IPHIGENIA: But did Tyndareus’ daughter, the Spartan, give birth to you?

807ORESTES: Yes, and my father was Pelops’ grandson.

808IPHIGENIA: What are you saying? Do you have some proof of this for me?

809ORESTES: I do; ask me something about our father’s home.

810IPHIGENIA: Well, it is for you to speak, for me to learn.

811ORESTES: I will say first what I have heard from Electra. Do you know of the strife that was between Atreus and Thyestes?

813IPHIGENIA: I have heard of it; the quarrel concerned a golden ram.

814ORESTES: Did you not weave these things in a fine-textured web?

815IPHIGENIA: O dearest, you are bending your course near to my heart!

816ORESTES: And the image of the sun in the middle of the loom?

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817IPHIGENIA: I wove that shape also, in fine threads.

818ORESTES: And you received a ceremonial bath from your mother, for Aulis?

819IPHIGENIA: I know; for no happy marriage has taken that memory from me.

820ORESTES: What about this? You gave locks of your hair to be brought to your mother?

821IPHIGENIA: As a memorial, in place of my body, in the tomb.

822ORESTES: What I myself have seen, I will say for proof: an old spear of Pelops, in my father’s house, which he brandished in his hand when he won Hippodamia,

825the maiden of Pisa, and killed Oenomaus; it was hung up in your rooms.

827IPHIGENIA: O dearest, for you are my dearest, none other, I have you, Orestes,

830far from our country of Argos, my darling.

831ORESTES: And I have you, who were thought to be dead. Tears, and laments mixed with joy, fill your eyes and also mine.

834IPHIGENIA: I left you still a baby,

835young in the arms of your nurse, young in the house. O my soul, you have been more fortunate than words can say.

840I have come upon things that are beyond wonder, far from speech.

841ORESTES: For the rest of time, may we be fortunate with each other!

842IPHIGENIA: O my friends, I have found an extraordinary joy; I am afraid that he will fly from my hands into the air.

845O Cyclopean hearths; o my country, dear Mycenae, I thank you for his life, for his nourishment, because you brought up this light of the house, my brother.

850ORESTES: We are fortunate in our family, but in our circumstances, my sister, we were born to be unfortunate in life.

852IPHIGENIA: I was unhappy, I know, when my wretched father put the sword to my throat.

855ORESTES: Alas! Though I was not present, I seem to see you there.

856IPHIGENIA: O brother, when I was brought, not a bride, to the treacherous bed of Achilles;

860but beside the altar there were tears and wails. Alas for the libations there!

862ORESTES: I also mourned for the daring act of our father.

864IPHIGENIA: Fatherless was the fate I received, fatherless.

865One thing comes from another, by divine fortune.

866ORESTES: Yes, if you had killed your brother, unhappy one!

868IPHIGENIA: O wretched, in my dreadful daring!

870How 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?

875What way will I find to send you from this city, from slaughter, to your native Argos,

880before the sword draws near to your blood? This is your business, unhappy soul, to find out. On the dry land, not in a ship?

885But if you go on foot, through trackless paths and barbarian tribes, you will draw near to death.

890But through the dark rocks of the narrow passage is a long way for flight by ship.

894I am unhappy, unhappy!

895Who, 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?

900CHORUS LEADER: It is marvelous and surpasses a fable, this event that I myself have have seen and shall relate, not as hearsay.

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902PYLADES: When friends come into the sight of friends, Orestes, it is reasonable to embrace; but we must leave off wailing and turn to other matters:

905how we shall get the glorious name of safety and leave the foreign land. For wise men take opportunities, and do not overstep their fate to get other pleasures.

909ORESTES: Well said; but I think fortune will take care

910of that with us; when one is eager, divine strength is likely to be greater.

912IPHIGENIA: (to Pylades.) Let nothing hold me back; nor will it prevent me speaking before I first find out Electra’s fate, for you are all dear to me.

915ORESTES: She lives with this man, (pointing to Pylades) and has a happy life.

916IPHIGENIA: What country is he from, and who is his father?

917ORESTES: Strophius of Phocis is the name of his father.

918IPHIGENIA: He is related to me, by the daughter of Atreus?

919ORESTES: He is a cousin, and my only true friend.

920IPHIGENIA: He was not born when my father tried to kill me.

921ORESTES: He was not; for Strophius was childless for some time.

922IPHIGENIA: Welcome, husband of my sister!

923ORESTES: And also my savior, not only a relation.

924IPHIGENIA: But how did you dare that dreadful deed with our mother?

925ORESTES: Let us be silent on that; I was avenging my father.

926IPHIGENIA: What reason did she have to kill her husband?

927ORESTES: Let our mother’s affairs be; nor is it good for you to hear.

928IPHIGENIA: I am silent; does Argos now look to you?

929ORESTES: Menelaus rules there; I am an exile from my country

930IPHIGENIA: Our uncle has surely not maltreated our afflicted house, has he?

931ORESTES: No, but fear of the Furies drives me out of the land.

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932IPHIGENIA: That was the madness that they reported there on the shore?

933ORESTES: That was not the first time that I was seen to be wretched.

934IPHIGENIA: I know; the goddesses were driving you for the sake of your mother.

935ORESTES: So as to put a bloody bit in my mouth.

936IPHIGENIA: Why have you made a journey to this land?

937ORESTES: I have come at the commands of Phoebus’ oracles.

938IPHIGENIA: To do what? Can you speak of it, or must you be silent?

939ORESTES: I will tell you; this is the beginning of my many troubles.

940When my mother’s evil deeds, that I cannot speak of, came into my hands, I was driven to flight by the Furies’ pursuit; then Loxias sent me to Athens, to stand trial with the goddesses who may not be named.

945For there is a holy tribunal there, which Zeus once established for Ares, when his hands were stained with blood-pollution. I came there . . . at first, no host would willingly take me in, as one hated by the gods; then some who felt shame offered me a table apart, as a guest,

950themselves being under the same roof, and in silence they kept me from speaking, so that I might be apart from them in food and drink, and into each private cup they poured an equal measure of wine and had their delight.

955And I did not think it right to blame my hosts, but I grieved in silence and seemed not to know, while I sighed deeply, that I was the murderer of my mother. I hear that my misfortunes have become a festival at Athens, and they still hold this custom

960and the people of Pallas honor the cup that belongs to the Feast of Pitchers. When I came to the hill of Ares to stand my trial, I took one seat, and the eldest of the Furies took the other. I spoke and heard arguments on the murder of my mother,

965and Phoebus saved me by bearing witness; Pallas counted out equal votes for me; and I went away victorious in my ordeal of blood. Some of the Furies who sat there, persuaded by the judgment, marked out a holy place for themselves beside this very tribunal;

970but others were not persuaded by the law, and drove me always in vagabond courses until I came to the holy plain of Phoebus in turn. Stretched out before his shrine and fasting, I swore to break off my life and die there,

975if Phoebus, who had destroyed me, did not save me. And then Phoebus cried out a golden voice from the tripod, and sent me here, to get the image Zeus hurled down, and set it up in Athena’s land. But what he marked out for my safety

980you must help me with; for if we possess the statue of the goddess, I will be released from madness and will put you on my ship of many oars and establish you again in Mycenae. But, my beloved sister, save our father’s house and save me;

985for so I perish and all the race of Pelops, unless we take the heavenly image of the goddess.

987CHORUS LEADER: A terrible anger from the gods has boiled up against the race of Tantalus and drives them through torments.

989IPHIGENIA: Before you came here, I was eager

990to be in Argos and see you, my brother. Your wish is mine: to release you from torment, and restore our father’s afflicted house, for I am not angry at the one who killed me; it is my wish. I would set my hand free from your slaughter

995and save our house. But I worry about concealment from the goddess and the king, when he finds the stone pedestal empty of the statue. How will I escape death? What argument will I have? But if this one thing happens all together,

1000that you take the statue and bear me away on your lovely ship, the venture is a noble one. If I am separated from this, I am lost, but you might settle your affairs well and have a safe return. Indeed, I do not shrink from it, not even if I must die

1005to save you. No, for when a man dies and is gone from the home, he is longed for; but women are powerless.

1007ORESTES: I would not be the murderer of you as well as my mother; her blood is enough; I would rather have an equal share of life or death, in common with you.

1010I will bring you home, if I myself escape from here, or if I die, I will remain here with you. Listen to what I think: if Artemis were hostile to this, how could Loxias have prophesied that I would take the statue of the goddess to Pallas’ city . . .

1015and see your face. Putting all these things together, I have hope of our return.

1017IPHIGENIA: But how may we live, and take what we want? For our return home suffers from this; but the will is present.

1020ORESTES: Could we murder the king?

1021IPHIGENIA: A fearful suggestion, for foreigners to kill their host!

1022ORESTES: But we must dare it, if it brings our safety.

1023IPHIGENIA: I could not; yet I approve your eagerness.

1024ORESTES: What if you were to hide me secretly in the shrine?

1025IPHIGENIA: So that we might take advantage of the darkness and escape?

1026ORESTES: Yes, for the night belongs to thieves, the light to truth.

1027IPHIGENIA: There are secred guards within, who will notice us.

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1028ORESTES: Alas, we are ruined! How can we be saved?

1029IPHIGENIA: I think I have a new stratagem.

1030ORESTES: What is it? Let me know; share your thought.

1031IPHIGENIA: I will use your sorrows as my contrivance.

1032ORESTES: Women are wonderfully good at devising crafty plans!

1033IPHIGENIA: I will say that you came from Argos after killing your mother.

1034ORESTES: Make use of my troubles, if you gain by it.

1035IPHIGENIA: And that it is not right to sacrifice you to the goddess.

1036ORESTES: With what reason? I have a suspicion.

1037IPHIGENIA: Because you are not pure; I will frighten what is sacred.

1038ORESTES: How does this help us to seize the statue of the goddess?

1039IPHIGENIA: I shall want to purify you in the waves of the sea—

1040ORESTES: The image that we have sailed for is still in the temple.

1041IPHIGENIA: I will say that I have washed that also, since you have touched it.

1042ORESTES: Where? Do you mean the watery inlet of the sea?

1043IPHIGENIA: Where your ship is moored by its roped anchor.

1044ORESTES: Will you or some other bear the image in your hands?

1045IPHIGENIA: I shall; it is holy for me alone to touch it.

1046ORESTES: But Pylades here—how will he be assigned to our labor?

1047IPHIGENIA: His hands, it will be said, are stained like yours with blood-pollution.

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1048ORESTES: Will you do all this secretly from the king, or with his knowledge?

1049IPHIGENIA: I shall persuade him; I could not hide it from him.

1050ORESTES: Well then, my ship, with its quick stroke of oars, is at hand.

1051IPHIGENIA: You must indeed take care of the rest, so that it goes well.

1052ORESTES: We need only one thing more, that these women conceal our plans; you approach them and find persuasive words. A woman has power over pity.

1055The rest, perhaps—. May all turn out well!

1056IPHIGENIA: My dearest friends, I look to you; I am in your hands, whether I am to succeed, or come to nothing and lose my country, and my dear brother and dearest sister.

1060And first of all, I begin my speech with this: we are women, and have hearts naturally formed to love each other, and keep our common interests most secure. Be silent for us and assist us in our flight. It is good to have trustworthy speech.

1065You see how one fortune holds us three, most dear to each other, either to return to our native land, or to die. If I am saved, I will bring you safe to Hellas, so that you may share my fortune. By your right hand, I entreat you, and you, and you; (addressing different members of the Chorus.) you by your dear face,

1070by your knees, by all that is dearest to you in your home: father, mother, child, if you have children. What do you reply? Who agrees with us, or is not willing to do this—speak! For if you do not acquiesce in my words, both I and my unhappy brother must die.

1075CHORUS LEADER: Have courage, dear mistress, only see to your safety; I will be silent on all that you have charged me with—great Zeus be my witness.

1078IPHIGENIA: Bless you for your words, may you be happy! It is your work now, and yours, To Orestes and Pylades to enter the temple;

1080for soon the ruler of this land will come, inquiring if the sacrifice of the strangers has been carried out.

1082Lady Artemis, you who saved me from my father’s slaughtering hand by the clefts of Aulis, save me now also, and these men; or through you Loxias’

1085prophetic voice will no longer be held true by mortals But leave this barbarian land for Athens with good will; it is not fitting for you to dwell here, when you could have so fortunate a city. Exeunt Iphigenia, Orestes, and Pylades.

1089CHORUS: Halcyon bird, you that sing your fate as a lament

1090beside the rocky ridges of the sea, a cry easily understood by the wise, that you are always chanting for your husband; I, wingless bird that I am, compare

1095my laments with yours, in my longing for the festivals of Hellas, and for Artemis of childbirth, who dwells beside the Cynthian mountain and the palm with delicate leaves

1100and the well-grown laurel and the holy shoot of gray-green olive, Leto’s dear child, and the lake that rolls about its ripples, where the melodious swan

1105serves the Muses.

1106CHORUS: O streams of tears that fell onto my cheeks, when my city was destroyed and the enemy forced me to sail,

1110by their oars, by their spears! Purchased by gold, I came to a barbarian home, where I serve Agamemnon’s daughter,

1115the attendant maid of the deer-killing goddess, and the altars where no sheep are sacrificed; and I envy ruin that is wretched throughout, for when you are brought up in harsh necessity, you do not suffer.

1120Misery changes; life is hard for mortals, when they are treated badly after happiness.

1123CHORUS: And you, lady, the Argive penteconter will bear you home;

1125the wax-bound reed of the mountain god Pan, piping, will shout to the oars, and Phoebus the prophet, with the ring of his seven-stringed lyre,

1130singing, will guide you well to the gleaming land of the Athenians. Leaving me here, you will go with splashing oars. In the breeze, the forestays of the ship that carries you swiftly

1135will spread out over the front beyond the prow.

1138CHORUS: May I come to the bright race-course, where the sun’s fire goes;

1140over the chambers of my home, may I cease to flutter the wings on my back. May I take my stand in the dances of glorious marriages, where I stood as a maiden,

1145twirling about in the dancing bands of other girls, away from my dear mother; rushing on to the contest of charms, the luxuriant strife of hair, I covered my cheeks with the multi-colored veil

1150and shadowed them with the locks of my hair.

1153THOAS: Where is the gate-keeper of this temple, the woman of Hellas? Has she already begun the rites on the strangers?

1155Are they glowing with fire in the holy sanctuary?

1156CHORUS LEADER: Here she is, to tell you everything clearly, lord.

1157THOAS: Oh! Daughter of Agamemnon, why have you lifted up in your arms the statue of the goddess from its pedestal that must not be moved?

1159IPHIGENIA: Lord, stand there in the entrance!

1160THOAS: Iphigenia, what has happened in the temple?

1161IPHIGENIA: I spit out the pollution; (turning to Thoas to explain.) I say this for Holiness.

1162THOAS: What is this news in your introduction? Tell it clearly.

1163IPHIGENIA: The victims you caught for me are not pure, lord.

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1164THOAS: What taught you this? Or are you only saying what you think?

1165IPHIGENIA: The image of the goddess turned back from its place.

1166THOAS: By itself, or did an earthquake turn it?

1167IPHIGENIA: By itself; it closed up its eyes.

1168THOAS: What was the reason? Was it the uncleanness of the strangers?

1169IPHIGENIA: That was the reason, and nothing else; for they have done dreadful things.

1170THOAS: What, have they killed one of the barbarians on the shore?

1171IPHIGENIA: They come with murder done at home.

1172THOAS: What murder? For I strongly want to know.

1173IPHIGENIA: They killed their mother together with their swords.

1174THOAS: Apollo! No barbarian would have dared this.

1175IPHIGENIA: They were driven in pursuit from all of Hellas.

1176THOAS: Is it for this that you bring the statue outside?

1177IPHIGENIA: Yes, to the holy air, to remove it from slaughter.

1178THOAS: How did you know the blood-pollution of the strangers?

1179IPHIGENIA: I questioned them, because the image of the goddess had turned back.

1180THOAS: Hellas has brought you up to be clever; how well you understood this.

1181IPHIGENIA: And yet they dangled a sweet lure for my heart.

1182THOAS: Reporting to you some charm of news from Argos?

1183IPHIGENIA: That Orestes, my only brother, is happy.

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1184THOAS: So that you might save them, for the delight of their messages.

1185IPHIGENIA: And that my father is alive and doing well.

1186THOAS: But you turned to the goddess, with reason.

1187IPHIGENIA: Yes, for I hate all Hellas, which has ruined me.

188THOAS: Tell me, what shall we do with the strangers?

1189IPHIGENIA: We must reverence the law as it stands.

1190THOAS: But the libations and your sword are not at work?

1191IPHIGENIA: First I want to wash them, with holy purification.

1192THOAS: In fountain waters, or the drops of the sea?

1193IPHIGENIA: The sea washes away all men’s evils.

1194THOAS: They would certainly be holier victims for the goddess.

1195IPHIGENIA: And in this way my plans would succeed better.

1196THOAS: Doesn’t the wave beat against this very temple?

1197IPHIGENIA: This requires solitude; and I shall do more.

1198THOAS: Then where you wish; I do not want to see what should not be seen.

1199IPHIGENIA: I must purify the image of the goddess also.

1200THOAS: Yes, if a stain from the matricide has fallen on it.

1201IPHIGENIA: For I would not have lifted it from its base otherwise.

1202THOAS: Your piety and forethought are correct.

1203IPHIGENIA: Do you know what to do for me now?

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1203bTHOAS: It is for you to make it known.

1204IPHIGENIA: Put chains on the strangers.

1204bTHOAS: Where could they escape you?

1205IPHIGENIA: Hellas knows no faith.

1205bTHOAS: (to his servants.) Go to get chains, attendants.

1206IPHIGENIA: And let them bring the strangers here.

1206bTHOAS: It will be so.

1207IPHIGENIA: And veil their faces with their robes.

1207bTHOAS: Before the light of the sun.

1208IPHIGENIA: And send some of your servants with me.

1208bTHOAS: These will attend you.

1209IPHIGENIA: And send someone to announce to the city—

1209bTHOAS: That what has happened?

1210IPHIGENIA: That all remain indoors.

1210bTHOAS: So that they do not come in contact with murder?

1211IPHIGENIA: Yes, for such things are polluted.

1211bTHOAS: (to a servant.) Go and announce—

1212IPHIGENIA: That no one come near the sight. An attendant departs.

1212bTHOAS: You are taking good care of the city

1213IPHIGENIA: And of the friends to whom I owe the most.

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1213bTHOAS: You mean this for me.

1214IPHIGENIA: . . .

1214bTHOAS: The whole city marvels at you, with reason.

1215IPHIGENIA: You stay here before the shrine of the goddess.

1215bTHOAS: What shall I do?

1216IPHIGENIA: Purify the house with fire.

1216bTHOAS: So that you may return to find it pure.

1217IPHIGENIA: When the strangers come outside—

1217bTHOAS: What must I do?

1218IPHIGENIA: Hold your robe over your eyes.

1218bTHOAS: So that I do not receive the pollution.

1219IPHIGENIA: If I seem to delay too long—

1219bTHOAS: What limit of the delay should I keep in mind?

1220IPHIGENIA: Do not wonder at it.

1220bTHOAS: Carry out the rites of the goddess well, since you have leisure.

1221IPHIGENIA: May this purification fall out as I wish!

1221bTHOAS: I pray along with you.

1222IPHIGENIA: I see the strangers coming out of the temple now, and the ornaments of the goddess and the new-born lambs, because I will wash blood-pollution away with blood, and the flash of torches and all the rest that

1225I have set out as purification for the strangers and the goddess.

1226I proclaim to the citizens to keep away from this pollution, if any guard of the temple is purifying his hands for the gods, or if anyone is coming to form a marriage alliance, or is weighted down by childbirth— begone, stand away, so that this defilement does not fall on anyone.

1230(Aside.) O lady, maiden daughter of of Leto and Zeus, if I cleanse the stain of murder from these men, and make the sacrifice where I ought to make it, you will dwell in a pure home, and we will be fortunate. I do not speak the rest, but I indicate it to those who know more, the gods and you, goddess. Exit Iphigenia.

1234CHORUS: Lovely is the son of Leto,

1235whom she, the Delian, once bore in the fruitful valleys, golden-haired, skilled at the lyre; and also the one who glories in her well-aimed arrows.

1240For the mother, leaving the famous birth-place, brought him from the ridges of the sea to the heights of Parnassus, with its gushing waters, which celebrate the revels for Dionysus. Here the dark-faced serpent

1245with brightly colored back, his scales of bronze in the leaf-shaded laurel, huge monster of the earth, guarded Earth’s prophetic shrine. You killed him, o Phoebus, while still a baby,

1250still leaping in the arms of your dear mother, and you entered the holy shrine, and sit on the golden tripod, on your truthful throne

1255distributing prophecies from the gods to mortals, up from the sanctuary, neighbor of Castalia’s streams, as you dwell in the middle of the earth.

1259CHORUS: But when he came and sent Themis,

1260the child of Earth, away from the holy oracle of Pytho, Earth gave birth to dream visions of the night; and they told to the cities of men the present,

1265and what will happen in the future, through dark beds of sleep on the ground; and so Earth took the office of prophecy away from Phoebus, in envy, because of her daughter. The lord made his swift way to Olympus

1270and wound his baby hands around the throne of Zeus, to take the wrath of the earth goddess from the Pythian home. Zeus smiled, that the child so quickly came

1275to ask for worship that pays in gold. He shook his locks of hair, to put an end to the night voices, and took away from mortals the truth that appears in darkness,

1280and gave the privilege back again to Loxias, and to mortals confidence in the songs of prophecy at the throne visited by many men.

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1284MESSENGER: O you that guard the temple and stand by the altar,

1285where has Thoas, the lord of this land, gone? Open the well-fastened gates, and call forth from this shrine the ruler of the land.

1288CHORUS LEADER: What is it, if I may speak when not commanded?

1289MESSENGER: The two young men are gone away,

1290through the plots of Agamemnon’s daughter; they are escaping from this land, with the holy image deep within a Hellene ship.

1293CHORUS LEADER: What you say is incredible; but the one you want to see, the lord of the country, has gone in haste from the temple.

1295MESSENGER: Where? For he should know what has been done.

1296CHORUS LEADER: We don’t know; but go after him, and report these things to him where you find him.

1298MESSENGER: See, what a faithless race you women are! You also have a share in what has been done.

1300CHORUS LEADER: You are mad! What do we have to do the the flight of the strangers? Go as quickly as you can to the ruler’s door!

1302MESSENGER: No! Not until this interpreter brings word if the king is inside or not. Ho there! Unbar the doors—I am speaking to those within—

1305and inform the master that I am at the gate with a burden of bad news.

1307THOAS: (appearing at the temple door.) Who is raising this clamor at the temple of the goddess, striking at the gates and sending his noise within?

1309MESSENGER: Ah! These women told me that you were outside; they would have driven me away from the temple,

1310but you were inside after all.

1311THOAS: What advantage were they expecting and hunting after?

1312MESSENGER: I will tell you about them later; hear what is currently at hand. The girl who presided at this altar, Iphigenia, has left the country

1315with the strangers, and takes with her the holy statue of the goddess; the purification was a cheat.

1317THOAS: What are you saying? What influence in her character brought her to this?

1318MESSENGER: To save Orestes; here is a marvel for you!

1319THOAS: To save whom? Clytemnestra’s son?

1320MESSENGER: The one whom the goddess was dedicating to herself at this altar.

1321THOAS: Marvelous! for what more can it be called?

1322MESSENGER: Do not think of that, but listen to me; consider it clearly and when you hear, devise a pursuit to hunt down the strangers.

1325THOAS: Speak; you have said well; for their flight is not so brief a voyage as to escape my spear.

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1327MESSENGER: When we came to the sea-shore, where Orestes’ ship was moored in hiding,

1330Agamemnon’s daughter motioned to those of us you sent with the strangers’ bonds to stand far off, as if her sacrifice of purifying flame, that she had come for, were secret. But she went on alone, holding the strangers’ chains in her hands, behind them. Your servants, lord, were suspicious,

1335but we allowed it. After a while, so that we might think that she was accomplishing something, she raised a shout, and chanted strange songs and spells, as if she were washing off the pollution of murder. When we had sat a long time,

1340it occurred to us that the strangers, loosed from their bonds, might kill her and escape by flight. But we were afraid of seeing what we ought not, and sat in silence. But at length we all resolved to go where they were, although we were not allowed.

1345There we saw a Hellene ship, winged with ready blade for the stroke, and at the oar-locks were fifty rowers with their oars; the two youths stood by the stern, freed from their chains.

1350Some were holding the prow in place with poles; others were fastening the anchor from the cat-heads; others were drawing the stern-cables through their hands, and making haste to let down the ladders into the sea for the strangers. Without sparing ourselves, when we saw

1355their treacherous wiles, we seized the priestess and the cables, and tried to draw the ship’s rudder-oars out through their holes. Then there was a debate: What is your reason for carrying the statue and the priestess away from the land by theft?

1360Who is your father, who are you, to smuggle her away? He said: Know that I am Orestes, her brother, Agamemnon’s son, and I have come to take my sister, whom I lost from her home.

1364But we held her no less,

1365and were leading her to you by force, for which I received these dreadful blows on my cheeks; they had no swords, nor did we. Both the youths gave rattling blows with their fists,

1370darting their limbs against our sides and breasts, so that as soon as we joined battle, we were worn out. We were fleeing to the cliff, stamped with dreadful marks, some with bloody wounds on their heads, others on their eyes;

1375when we stood on the on the heights, we fought more cautiously and hurled rocks at them. But, standing on the stern, the archers with their arrows kept us off and drove us away. And now an immense swelling wave ran the ship aground,

1380and the maiden was afraid to get her feet wet. Orestes bore his sister on his left arm, going into the sea and quickly up the ladder, and he set her on the ship, along with the statue of Zeus’ daughter, fallen from heaven.

1385From the middle of the ship, he cried out: Sailors of Hellas, seize the ship with the oars and make the waves white with foam; for we possess those things for which we sailed the inhospitable straits, within the clashing rocks.

1390They gave a cheerful shout, and struck the salt wave. The ship, while it was within the harbor, was headed for the mouth; but when it had crossed, it met with a violent swell aand was hard pressed; and the wind, rising with sudden dreadful gusts,

1395forced it astern. They beat the waves strongly; but the swell was driving the ship back towards the land. Agamemnon’s daughter stood up and prayed: O daughter of Leto, bring me, your priestess, safely to Hellas

1400from this barbaric land, and forgive my thefts. For you, goddess, love your brother; believe that I love mine also. The sailors shouted the paean in response to her prayer, and applied their naked shoulders

1405to the oars, at the command. But the ship came nearer and nearer to the rocks; some of us rushed into the sea, others grasped the woven ropes. And I set out here to you at once, lord,

1410to tell you what has happened there. But go, take chains and nets with you; for if the swell does not become calm, there is no hope of safety for the strangers.

1415Revered Poseidon, ruler of the sea, watches over Troy and is hostile to the race of Pelops; he will now allow you and your citizens, as is right, to have in your hands the son of Agamemnon and his sister; she stands convicted as betrayer of her unremembered sacrifice to the goddess in Aulis.

1420CHORUS LEADER: Unhappy Iphigenia, you will die with your brother, if you come again into the hands of the king.

1422THOAS: All citizens of this barbarian land, hurl the reins on your horses, rush to the coast and seize what the Hellene ship

1425casts forth! With the goddess’ help, be eager to hunt down these impious men! Drag the swift ships to the sea! So that by sea and with pursuit on horseback by land, you may take them; and hurl their bodies from the hard rock,

1430or impale them on the stake.

1431(Turning to the Chorus.) As for you women, who knew about these plots, I will punish you later, when I am at leisure. But now in this present urgency, I will not remain still.

1435ATHENA: Where, where are you carrying this pursuit, lord Thoas? Listen the words of Athena, who is here. Cease to follow or to send an army pouring forth; for Orestes came here, destined by the oracles of Loxias, to flee from the anger of the Furies,

1440and to bring his sister to Argos and take the holy statue to my land, thus gaining a release from his present miseries. Thoas, I am speaking to you: you expect to take Orestes in the sea-swell and kill him; but Poseidon, for my sake,

1445now lets him sail over the back of the waveless sea.

1446And you, Orestes, attend to my commands, for you hear the goddess’ voice even though not present: go away with the statue and your sister; and when you come to Athens, built by the gods,

1450there is a place on the farthest borders of the Attic land, neighbor to the ridge of Carystia, sacred, and my people call it Halae. There build a temple and set up the image in it; it will have its name from the Tauric land and from your labors,

1455which you have endured, wandering through Hellas and goaded by the Furies. And mortals will in future times celebrate Artemis Tauropolos with hymns. And establish this law: whenever the people keep the festival, let a sword be held

1460to a man’s throat and draw out blood, in atonement for your sacrifice, so that the goddess may have her honors, and holiness is revered.

1462You, Iphigenia, must be key-holder for this goddess on the hallowed stairs of Brauron, and will die there and be buried;

1465and they will dedicate adornment to you, finely-woven robes which women who have died in childbirth leave in their homes. I charge you to send these Hellene women to their country, for their correct intentions. . . . For I saved you

1470before also, Orestes, on Ares’ hill when the votes were equal; and this will be the custom, for the one with equal votes to win. But, son of Agamemnon, take your sister away from this land. And you, Thoas, do not be angry.

1475THOAS: Lady Athena, whoever hears the words of the gods and does not obey, is not thinking rightly. I am not angry at Orestes, for going off with the goddess’ image, or at his sister; for what good is it to contend against the strength of gods?

1480Let them go to your land with the statue of the goddess, and let them establish it there, with good fortune. I will send these women also to fortunate Hellas, as you bid me. And I will stop the army

1485and the ships I raised against the strangers, as you think this right, goddess.

1486ATHENA: I commend you; for necessity rules both you and the gods.

1487Go, winds, carry the son of Agamemnon to Athens by sea; I will journey with them, and keep safe the holy image of my sister.

1490CHORUS: Go with good fortune, blessed in having your portion of safety.

1493Pallas Athena, holy among immortals and mortals, we will do as you command.

1495For we receive your voice in our ears with great and unexpected pleasure.

1497aGreatly revered Victory, may you occupy my life and never cease to crown me!