The raging tempest drowns the still small voice.
THOAS
This voice no doubt the priestess hears alone.
IPHIGENIA
Before all others should the prince attend it.
THOAS
Thy sacred office, and ancestral right
To Jove's own table, place thee with the gods
In closer union than an earth-born savage.
IPHIGENIA
Thus must I now the confidence atone
Thyself didst wring from me!