Iphigenia.
How did ye see them first, how make them fast?
Herdsman.
Down by the sea, just where the surge is cast,—
Iphigenia.
The sea? What is the sea to thee and thine?
Herdsman.
We came to wash our cattle in the brine.
Iphigenia.
Go back, and tell how they were taken; show
The fashion of it, for I fain would know
All.—'Tis so long a time, and never yet,
Never, hath Greek blood made this altar wet.