IPHIGENIA.
Next, send through all the city streets a herald …
THOAS.
Aye; and what to say?
IPHIGENIA.
That no man living stir abroad.
THOAS.
The stain of blood might cross their way.
IPHIGENIA.
Aye, sin like theirs doth spread contagion.
THOAS (to an ATTENDANT).
Forth, and publish my command …
IPHIGENIA.
That none stir forth—nor look …
THOAS.
Nor look.—How well thou carest for the land!
IPHIGENIA.
For one whom I am bound to love.
THOAS.
Indeed, I think thou hat'st me not.