IPHIGENIA
Forgive me! As light clouds athwart the sun,
So cares and fears float darkling o'er my soul.
PYLADES
Oh, banish fear! With danger it hath form'd
A close alliance,—they are constant friends.
IPHIGENIA
It is an honest scruple, which forbids
That I should cunningly deceive the king,
And plunder him who was my second father.
PYLADES
Him thou dost fly, who would have slain thy brother.
IPHIGENIA
To me, at least, he hath been ever kind.