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EURIPIDES.
Iphigeneia.
The image must I purify withal.
Thoas.
Yea, if the matricide hath tainted it. 1200
Iphigeneia.
Else from its pedestal had I moved it not.
Thoas.
Righteous thy piety and forethought are.
Iphigeneia.
Know'st thou now what still I lack?
Thoas.
'Tis thine to tell what yet must be.
Iphigeneia.
Bind with chains the strangers.
Thoas.
Whither from thy warding could they flee?
Iphigeneia.
Faithless utterly is Hellas. 1205
Thoas.
Henchmen mine, to bind them go.
Iphigeneia.
Let them now bring forth the strangers hither ward,—
