ORESTES.
Say, who is he that threatens us?
IPHIGENIA.
In him
Revere the king, who was my second father.
Forgive me, brother, that my childlike heart
Hath plac'd our fate thus wholly in his hands.
I have betray'd your meditated flight,
And thus from treachery redeem'd my soul.
ORESTES.
Will he permit our peaceable return?
IPHIGENIA.
Thy gleaming sword forbids me to reply.
ORESTES, sheathing his sword.
Then speak! thou seest I listen to thy words.