If he will first redeem my soul from fear.
ARKAS
Why dost thou hide from him thy origin?
IPHIGENIA
A priestess secrecy doth well become.
ARKAS
Naught to a monarch should a secret be;
And, though he doth not seek to fathom thine,
His noble nature feels, ay, deeply feels,
That thou with care dost hide thyself from him.
IPHIGENIA
Ill-will and anger harbors he against me?