IPHIGENIA.
From what walled town of Hellas cometh he?
ORESTES.
Enough!—How would the knowledge profit thee?
IPHIGENIA.
Are ye two brethren of one mother born?
ORESTES.
No, not in blood. In love we are brothers sworn.
IPHIGENIA.
Thou also hast a name: tell me thereof.
ORESTES.
Call me Unfortunate. 'Tis name enough.
IPHIGENIA.
I asked not that. Let that with Fortune lie.
ORESTES.
Fools cannot laugh at them that nameless die.
IPHIGENIA.
Why grudge me this? Hast thou such mighty fame?
ORESTES.
My body, if thou wilt, but not my name.