Stranger, forbear! No living man hath right
To touch that robe. The Goddess were defiled!
Orestes.
O sister mine, O my dead father's child,
Agamemnon's child; take me and have no fear,
Beyond all dreams 'tis I thy brother here.
Iphigenia.
My brother? Thou?—Peace! Mock at me no more.
Argos is bright with him and Nauplia's shore.
Orestes.
Unhappy one! Thou hast no brother there.
Iphigenia.
Orestes—thou? Whom Clytemnestra bare?
Orestes.