THOAS.
I more respect them than a brother's sword.
IPHIGENIA.
Uncertain ever is the chance of arms,
No prudent warrior doth despise his foe;
Nor yet defenceless 'gainst severity
Hath nature left the weak; she gives him craft
And wily cunning: artful he delays,
Evades, eludes, and finally escapes.
Such arms are justified by violence.
THOAS.
But circumspection countervails deceit.
IPHIGENIA.
Which a pure spirit doth abhor to use.
THOAS.
Do not incautiously condemn thyself.