IPHIGENIA
They both are hunted out of Greece.
THOAS.
For this thou has brought the Image to the sun?
IPHIGENIA.
The fire of heaven can cleanse all malison.
THOAS.
How didst thou first hear of their deed of shame?
IPHIGENIA.
When the Image hid its eyes, I questioned them.
THOAS.
Good. Greece hath taught thee many a subtle art.
IPHIGENIA.
Ah, they too had sweet words to move my heart.
THOAS.
Sweet words? How, did they bring some news of Greece?
IPHIGENIA.
Orestes, my one brother, lives in peace.
THOAS.
Surely! Good news to make thee spare their lives …