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Euripides: Iphigenia in Tauris Iphigenia recalls the day of her sacrifice, blaming Helen and Menelaus
It was Helen's fault, And his, that Greek hands lifted me at Aulis And led me like a beast where, at the altar, My father held the sacrificial knife. I live it all again. My fingers, groping, Go out to him like this and clutch his beard And cling about his knees. I cry to him: "It is you yourself, yourself, who brought me here, You who deceived my maidens and my mother! They sing my marriage song at home, they fill The house with happiness, while all the time Here I am dying at my father's hands! You led me in your chariot to take Achilles for my lord, but here is death And the taste of blood, not kisses, on my lips!"
And I had left my home with my white veil Drawn down. I had not taken in my arms My brother - dead this day - nor kissed my sister. I had saved all my kisses and embraces For the man I was to marry. Even then My heart was homesick and was faint with hope That I should soon be back again in Argos. |