SCENE IV
IPHIGENIA, PYLADES
PYLADES
Where is she? that my words with speed may tell
The joyful tidings of our near escape!
IPHIGENIA
Oppress'd with gloomy care, I much require
The certain comfort thou dost promise me.
PYLADES
Thy brother is restor'd! The rocky paths
Of this unconsecrated shore we trod
In friendly converse, while behind us lay,
Unmark'd by us, the consecrated grove;
And ever with increasing glory shone
The fire of youth around his noble brow.
Courage and hope his glowing eye inspir'd;
And his exultant heart resigned itself
To the delight, the joy, of rescuing
Thee, his deliverer, also me, his friend.
IPHIGENIA
The gods shower blessings on thee, Pylades!
And from those lips which breathe such welcome news
Be the sad note of anguish never heard!