understanding,
one pure, strong human personality may by its influence restore moral
vigor and bring peace and hope to other souls rent by remorse and sunk
in despair. This Goethe himself expressed as the central thought of
this drama in the lines:

Alle menschlichen Gebrechen
Suehnet reine Menschlichkeit

(For each human fault and frailty
Pure humanity atones).

The eighteenth century's conception of "humanity," the ideal of the
truly human, found two-fold classic, artistic expression in Germany at
the same time; in Lessing's _Nathan the Wise_ and in Goethe's
_Iphigenia in Tauris_, the former rationalistic, the latter broader,
more subtle, mystical.

IPHIGENIA IN TAURIS (1787)[33]

A DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS

TRANSLATED BY ANNA SWANWICK

Like _Torquato Tasso, Iphigenia_ was originally written in prose, and
in that form was acted at the Weimar Court Theatre about 1779. Goethe
himself took the part of Orestes.

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

IPHIGENIA.
THOAS, _King of the Taurians_.
ORESTES.
PYLADES.
ARKAS.

* * * * *

ACT I

SCENE I. _A Grove before the Temple of Diana_.

IPHIGENIA

Beneath your leafy gloom, ye waving boughs
Of this old, shady, consecrated grove,
As in the goddess' silent sanctuary,
With the same shuddering feeling forth I step,
As when I trod it first, nor ever here
Doth my unquiet spirit feel at home.
Long as a higher will, to which I bow,
Hath kept me here conceal'd, still, as at first,
I feel myself a stranger. For the sea
Doth sever me, alas! from those I love,
And day by day upon the shore I stand,
The land of Hellas seeking with my soul;
But to my sighs, the hollow-sounding waves
Bring, save their own hoarse murmurs, no reply.
Alas for him! who friendless and alone,
Remote from parents and from brethren dwells;
From him grief snatches every coming joy
Ere it doth reach his lip. His yearning thoughts
Throng back for ever to his father's halls,
Where first to him the radiant sun unclosed
The gates of heav'n; where closer, day by day,
Brothers and sisters, leagued in pastime sweet,
Around each other twin'd love's tender bonds.
I will not reckon with the gods; yet truly
Deserving of lament is woman's lot.
Man rules alike at home and in the field,
Nor is in foreign climes without resource;
Him conquest crowneth, him possession gladdens,
And him an honorable death awaits.
How circumscrib'd is woman's