IPHIGENIA.
Nor yet the land of Greece where thou wast bred?
ORESTES.
What gain to have told it thee, when I am dead?
IPHIGENIA.
Nay: why shouldst thou deny so small a grace?
ORESTES.
Know then, great Argos was my native place.
IPHIGENIA.
Stranger! The truth! … From Argos art thou come?
ORESTES.
Mycenae, once a rich land, was my home.
IPHIGENIA.
'Tis banishment that brings thee here—or what?
ORESTES.
A kind of banishment, half forced, half sought.
IPHIGENIA.
Wouldst thou but tell me all I need of thee!
ORESTES.
'Twere not much added to my misery.