The little done doth vanish to the mind,
Which forward sees how much remains to do.
ARKAS
Him dost thou praise, who underrates his deeds?
IPHIGENIA
Who weigheth his own deeds is justly blam'd.
ARKAS
He too, real worth too proudly who condemns,
As who, too vainly, spurious worth o'er-rateth.
Trust me, and heed the counsel of a man
With honest zeal devoted to thy service:
When Thoas comes to-day to speak with thee,
Lend to his purposed words a gracious ear.
IPHIGENIA
Thy well-intention'd counsel troubles me:
His offer I have ever sought to shun.