Daughter of Clytemnestra and her King,
Give ear! I bear news of a wondrous thing.
Iphigenia.
What news, that so should mar my obsequies?
Herdsman.
A ship hath passed the blue Symplegades,
And here upon our coast two men are thrown,
Young, bold, good slaughter for the altar-stone
Of Artemis.
(She rises.)
Make all the speed ye may;
'Tis not too much. The blood-bowl and the spray!
Iphigenia.
Men of what nation? Doth their habit show?