(Enter, from the Temple, Iphigenia, carrying the Image on high.)
Thoas.
How, child of Agamemnon! Hast thou stirred
From her eternal base, and to the sun
Bearest in thine own arms, the Holy One?
Iphigenia.
Back, Lord! No step beyond the pillared way.
Thoas.
But how? Some rule is broken?
Iphigenia.
I unsay
That word. Be all unspoken and unwrought!