Iphigenia.
I durst not move it else, from where it stood.
Thoas.
How good thy godliness and forethought! Aye,
Small wonder all our people holds thee high.
Iphigenia.
Dost know then what I fain would have?
Thoas.
'Tis thine to speak and it shall be.
Iphigenia.
Put bondage on the strangers both.—