Good news, ye gods!—Odysseus, what of him?
ORESTES.
Not home yet, but still living, as men deem.
IPHIGENIA.
Curse him! And may he see his home no more.
ORESTES.
Why curse him? All his house is stricken sore.
IPHIGENIA.
How hath the Nereid's son, Achilles, sped?