Chorus Leader
I pity you for your cruel fate—a fate I would you never had met!
Iphigenia O mother that bore me! I see a throng of men approaching.
Clytemnestra It is the goddess’ son you see, child, for whom you came here.
Iphigenia Open the tent-door to me, servants, that I may hide myself
Clytemnestra Why seek to escape, my child?
Iphigenia I am ashamed to face Achilles.
Clytemnestra But why?
Iphigenia The luckless ending to our marriage causes me to feel abashed.
Clytemnestra No time for affectation now in face of what has happened. Stay then; reserve will do no good, if we may profit.
Achilles Daughter of Leda, lady of sorrows!
Clytemnestra No misnomer that.
Achilles A fearful cry is heard among the Argives.
Clytemnestra What is it? tell me.
Achilles It concerns your child.
Clytemnestra An evil omen for your words.
Achilles They say her sacrifice is necessary.
Clytemnestra And is there no one to say a word against them?
Achilles Indeed I was in some danger myself from the tumult.
Clytemnestra In danger of what, stranger?
Achilles Of being stoned.
Clytemnestra Surely not for trying to save my daughter?
Achilles The very reason.
Clytemnestra Who would have dared to lay a finger on you?
Achilles All the men of Hellas.
Clytemnestra Were not your Myrmidon warriors at your side?
Achilles They were the first who turned against me.
Clytemnestra My child! we are lost, it seems.
Achilles They taunted me as the man whom marriage had enslaved.
Clytemnestra And what did you answer them?
Achilles Not to kill the one I meant to wed—
Clytemnestra Justly so.
Achilles The wife her father promised me.
Clytemnestra Yes, and sent to fetch from Argos.
Achilles But I was overcome by clamorous cries.
Clytemnestra Truly the mob is a dire mischief.
Achilles But I will help you for all that.
Clytemnestra Will you really fight them single-handed?
Achilles Do you see these warriors here, carrying my arms?
Clytemnestra Bless you for your kind intent!
Achilles Well, I shall be blessed.
Clytemnestra Then my child will not be slaughtered now?
Achilles No, not with my consent at any rate.
Clytemnestra But will any of them come to lay hands on the maid?
Achilles Thousands of them, with Odysseus at their head.
Clytemnestra The son of Sisyphus?
Achilles The very same.
Clytemnestra Acting for himself or by the army’s order?
Achilles By their choice—and his own.
Clytemnestra An evil choice indeed, to stain his hands in blood.
Achilles But I will hold him back.
Clytemnestra Will he seize and bear her off against her will?
Achilles Yes, by her golden hair no doubt.
Clytemnestra What must I do, when it comes to that?
Achilles Keep hold of your daughter.
Clytemnestra Be sure that she shall not be slain, as far as that can help her.