Small help his bridal brought him! He is dead.
IPHIGENIA.
A fierce bridal, so the sufferers tell!
ORESTES.
Who art thou, questioning of Greece so well?
IPHIGENIA.
I was Greek. Evil caught me long ago.
ORESTES.
Small wonder, then, thou hast such wish to know.
IPHIGENIA.
That war-lord, whom they call so high in bliss…
ORESTES.
None such is known to me. What name was his?