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EURIPIDES.
Orestes.
First will I name this—from Electra heard:—
Know'st thou of Atreus' and Thyestes' feud?
Iphigeneia.
I heard, how of a golden lamb it came.
Orestes.
This broidered in thy web rememberest thou?—
Iphigeneia.
Dearest, thy course wheels very nigh my heart![1] 815
Orestes.
And, pictured in thy loom, the sun turned back?
Iphigeneia.
This too I wrought with fine-spun broidery-threads.
Orestes.
Bath-water sent to Aulis of thy mother?[2]—
Iphigeneia.
I know—that bridal's bliss stole not remembrance.
Orestes.
Again—thine hair unto thy mother sent? 820