IPHIGENIA.
Oh. hated of all Greece, not only me!
ORESTES.
I too have tasted of her wizardry.
IPHIGENIA.
And came the armies home, as the tales run?
ORESTES.
To answer that were many tales in one.
IPHIGENIA.
Oh, give me this hour full! Thou wilt soon die.
ORESTES.
Ask, if such longing holds thee. I will try.
IPHIGENIA.
A seer called Calchas! Did he ever come …?
ORESTES.
Calchas is dead, as the news went at home.