IPHIGENIA.
But one word. Lives she still, that hapless wife?
ORESTES.
No. Her own son, her first-born, took her life.
IPHIGENIA.
O shipwrecked house! What thought was in his brain?
ORESTES.
Justice on her, to avenge his father slain.
IPHIGENIA.
Alas!
A bad false duty bravely hath he wrought.
ORESTES.
Yet God, for all his duty, helps him not.
IPHIGENIA.
And not one branch of Atreus' tree lives on?
ORESTES.
Electra lives, unmated and alone.
IPHIGENIA.
The child they slaughtered … is there word of her?
ORESTES.
Why, no, save that she died in Aulis there.