IPHIGENIA.
My father too in Argos lives and thrives.
THOAS.
While thou didst think but of the goddess' laws!
IPHIGENIA.
Do I not hate all Greeks? Have I not cause?
THOAS.
Good cause. But now … What service should be paid?
IPHIGENIA.
The Law of long years needs must be obeyed.
THOAS.
To work then, with thy sword and handwashing!
IPHIGENIA.
First I must shrive them with some cleansing thing.
THOAS.
What? Running water, or the sea's salt spray?
IPHIGENIA.
The sea doth wash all the world's ills away.
THOAS.
For sure. 'Twill make them cleaner for the knife.