IPHIGENEIA IN TAURICA.
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Orestes.
Yet must we venture—for thy life and mine.
Iphigeneia.
I could not. Yet thine eager heart I praise.
Orestes.
How if thou privily hide me in yon fane?
Iphigeneia.
By favour of the dark to steal it thence?[1] 1025
Orestes.
Yea, night is leagued with theft: the light for truth.
Iphigeneia.
Within the fane be guards: no baffling them.
Orestes.
Alas! we are undone. How can we 'scape?
Iphigeneia.
Methinks I have a yet untried device.
Orestes.
Ha, what? Impart thy thought, that I may know. 1030
Iphigeneia.
Thy misery will I turn to cunning use.
- ↑ ἔξω θεῖμεν. Others, ἐκσωθεῖμεν, "By favour of the darkness to escape."
