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orth Each circumstance of that atrocious deed,-- Her own oppress'd and miserable life, The prosperous traitor's insolent demeanour, The perils threat'ning Agamemnon's race From her who had become their stepmother; Then in his hand the ancient dagger thrusts, Which often in the house of Tantalus With savage fury rag'd,--and by her son Is Clytemnestra slain. IPHIGENIA. Immortal powers! Whose pure and blest existence glides away 'Mid ever shifting clouds, me have ye kept So many years secluded from the world, Retain'd me near yourselves, consign'd to me The childlike task to feed the sacred fire, And taught my spirit, like the hallow'd flame, With never-clouded brightness to aspire To your pure mansions,--but at length to feel With keener woe the misery of my house? Oh tell me of the poor unfortunate! Speak of Orestes! ORESTES. Would that he were dead! Forth from his mother's blood her ghost arose, And to the ancient daughters of the night Cries,--"Let him not escape,--the matricide! Pursue the victim, dedicate to you!" They hear, and glare around with hollow eyes, Like greedy eagles. In their murky dens They stir themselves, and from the corners creep Their comrades, dire Remorse and pallid Fear; Before them fumes a mist of Acheron; Perplexingly around the murderer's brow The eternal contemplation of the past Rolls in its cloudy circles. Once again The grisly band, commissioned to destroy, Pollute earth's beautiful and heaven-sown fields, From which an ancient curse had banish'd them. Their rapid feet the fugitive pursue; They only pause to start a wilder fear. IPHIGENIA. Unhappy one; thy lot resembles his, Thou feel'st what he, poor fugitive, must suffer. ORESTES. What say'st thou? why presume my fate like his? IPHIGENIA. A brother's murder weighs upon thy soul; Thy younger brother told the mournful tale. ORESTES. I cannot suffer that thy noble soul Should be deceiv'd by error. Rich in guile, And practis'd in deceit, a stranger may A web of falsehood cunningly devise To snare a stranger;--between us be truth. I am Ore
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