Clytemnestra
My child! oh, foreign women! Alas for me, for your death! Your father escapes, surrendering you to Hades. Iphigenia
Iphigenia
Alas for me, mother! for the same [1280] lament has fallen to both of us in our fortune. No more for me the light of day! no more these beams of the sun! Oh, oh! that snow-beat glen in Phrygia and the hills of Ida, [1285] where Priam once exposed a tender baby, torn from his mother's arms to meet a deadly doom, Paris, called the child of Ida [1290] in the Phrygians' town. Would that he never had settled Alexander, the herdsman reared among the herds, beside that water crystal-clear, where are fountains [1295] of the Nymphs and their meadow rich with blooming flowers, where hyacinths and rose-buds blow for goddesses to gather! Here one day [1300] came Pallas and Cypris of the subtle heart, Hera too and Hermes messenger of Zeus; Cypris, proud of the longing she causes, [1305] Pallas of her prowess; and Hera of her royal marriage with king Zeus; to decide a hateful strife about their beauty; but it is my death, [1310] maidens, bringing, it is true, glory to the Danaids, that Artemis has received as an offering, before they begin the voyage to Ilium.
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