Iphigenia.
O God!
I pity her that slew—and him that slew.
Orestes.
Now cease thy questions. Add no word thereto.
Iphigenia.
But one word. Lives she still, that hapless wife?
Orestes.
No. Her own son, her first-born, took her life.
Iphigenia.
Iphigenia.
O God!
I pity her that slew—and him that slew.
Orestes.
Now cease thy questions. Add no word thereto.
Iphigenia.
But one word. Lives she still, that hapless wife?
Orestes.
No. Her own son, her first-born, took her life.
Iphigenia.