Iphigenia In Tauris. - Act The Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B BCDEFBGBHIJKLKMNOPBQ BRSILTBUVWBXOY BZA2BVB2C2D2VE2VBVF2 G2VH2VG2B BVI2J2B2VK2NH2BNL2VV B BM2F2BNVH2VN2 BO2L2 BH2VH2P2B2 BBB2NVLAH2LQ2H2R2 BV BH2VF2VVLO BVVS2BB BBBVT2U2V2BNVVVBV BQ2VBVW2VVBX2VY2VBTB VN2B2L2BB BBBBBVB2Y2Y2Z2VVTA3 BBVVB BY2 BY2 BB BVBM2BB2B3Y2B2 BO BVVBBB2VBBY2 BC3B BD3E3VBG2BL2 BB2GBSOVBY2 BBXB2F3VVV BG3 BVH3VBG2B BI3 BG2BBBG2VBVBY2 BY2G2VVVOB BJ3Y2VK3G2VVVY2G2VG2 L3 A B L3Z2BBBB2 BBVBVG3VVL3BBB2 L3VY2MY2V BIBMBVL3Y2R2VBY2VVBM 3VBBVBVL3BV L3L3G2 BBBL3VVL3Y2L2Y2B L3IG2V BL3VL3G2Y2V L3V BL3V L3N3B2V BVVG2VZ2Y2N3IBVVVL3B 2VIL3BY2V L3L3 BSVVBVB2BBI L3B BY2 L3N3 BO3 L3Y2 BTBVVL3BVVB2O B2Y2 L3BY2G2BVG2B| SCENE I | A |
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| ORESTES PYLADES | B |
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| ORESTES | B |
| It is the path of death that now we tread | C |
| At every step my soul grows more serene | D |
| When I implor'd Apollo to remove | E |
| The grisly band of Furies from my side | F |
| He seem'd with hope inspiring godlike words | B |
| To promise aid and safety in the fane | G |
| Of his lov'd sister who o'er Tauris rules | B |
| Thus the prophetic word fulfils itself | H |
| That with my life shall terminate my woe | I |
| How easy 'tis for me whose heart is crush'd | J |
| Whose sense is deaden'd by a hand divine | K |
| Thus to renounce the beauteous light of day | L |
| And must the son of Atreus not entwine | K |
| The wreath of conquest round his dying brow | M |
| Must I as my forefathers as my sire | N |
| Bleed like a victim an ignoble death | O |
| So be it Better at the altar here | P |
| Than in a nook obscure where kindred hands | B |
| Have spread assassination's wily net | Q |
| Yield me this brief repose infernal Powers | B |
| Ye who like loosen'd hounds still scent the blood | R |
| Which trickling from my feet betrays my path | S |
| Leave me ere long I come to you below | I |
| Nor you nor I should view the light of day | L |
| The soft green carpet of the beauteous earth | T |
| Is no arena for unhallow'd fiends | B |
| Below I seek you where an equal fate | U |
| Binds all in murky never ending night | V |
| Thee only thee my Pylades my friend | W |
| The guiltless partner of my crime and curse | B |
| Thee am I loath before thy time to take | X |
| To yonder cheerless shore Thy life or death | O |
| Alone awakens in me hope or fear | Y |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Like thee Orestes I am not prepar'd | Z |
| Downwards to wander to yon realm of shade | A2 |
| I purpose still through the entangl'd paths | B |
| Which seem as they would lead to blackest night | V |
| Again to guide our upward way to life | B2 |
| Of death I think not I observe and mark | C2 |
| Whether the gods may not perchance present | D2 |
| Means and fit moment for a joyful flight | V |
| Dreaded or not the stroke of death must come | E2 |
| And though the priestess stood with hand uprais'd | V |
| Prepar'd to cut our consecrated locks | B |
| Our safety still should be my only thought | V |
| Uplift thy soul above this weak despair | F2 |
| Desponding doubts but hasten on our peril | G2 |
| Apollo pledg'd to us his sacred word | V |
| That in his sister's' holy fane for thee | H2 |
| Were comfort aid and glad return prepar'd | V |
| The words of Heaven are not equivocal | G2 |
| As in despair the poor oppress'd one thinks | B |
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| ORESTES | B |
| The mystic web of life my mother spread | V |
| Around my infant head and so I grew | I2 |
| An image of my sire and my mute look | J2 |
| Was aye a bitter and a keen reproof | B2 |
| To her and base gisthus Oh how oft | V |
| When silently within our gloomy hall | K2 |
| Electra sat and mus'd beside the fire | N |
| Have I with anguish'd spirit climb'd her knee | H2 |
| And watch'd her bitter tears with sad amaze | B |
| Then would she tell me of our noble sire | N |
| How much I long'd to see him be with him | L2 |
| Myself at Troy one moment fondly wish'd | V |
| My sire's return the next The day arrived | V |
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| Transcriber's Note Original text read Egisthus | B |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Oh of that awful hour let fiends of hell | M2 |
| Hold nightly converse Of a time more fair | F2 |
| May the remembrance animate our hearts | B |
| To fresh heroic deeds The gods require | N |
| On this wide earth the service of the good | V |
| To work their pleasure Still they count on thee | H2 |
| For in thy father's train they sent thee not | V |
| When he to Orcus went unwilling down | N2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Would I had seiz'd the border of his robe | O2 |
| And follow'd him | L2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| They kindly car'd for me | H2 |
| Who here detain'd thee for if thou hadst died | V |
| I know not what had then become of me | H2 |
| Since I with thee and for thy sake alone | P2 |
| Have from my childhood liv'd and wish to live | B2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Do not remind me of those tranquil days | B |
| When me thy home a safe asylum gave | B2 |
| With fond solicitude thy noble sire | N |
| The half nipp'd tender flow'ret gently rear'd | V |
| While thou a friend and playmate always gay | L |
| Like to a light and brilliant butterfly | A |
| Around a dusky flower didst around me | H2 |
| Still with new life thy merry gambols play | L |
| And breathe thy joyous spirit in my soul | Q2 |
| Until my cares forgetting I with thee | H2 |
| Was lur'd to snatch the eager joys of youth | R2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| My very life began when thee I lov'd | V |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Say then thy woes began and thou speak'st truly | H2 |
| This is the sharpest sorrow of my lot | V |
| That like a plague infected wretch I bear | F2 |
| Death and destruction hid within my breast | V |
| That where I tread e'en on the healthiest spot | V |
| Ere long the blooming faces round betray | L |
| The writhing features of a ling'ring death | O |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Were thy breath venom I had been the first | V |
| To die that death Orestes Am I not | V |
| As ever full of courage and of joy | S2 |
| And love and courage are the spirit's wings | B |
| Wafting to noble actions | B |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Noble actions | B |
| Time was when fancy painted such before us | B |
| When oft the game pursuing on we roam'd | V |
| O'er hill and valley hoping that ere long | T2 |
| With club and weapon arm'd we so might track | U2 |
| The robber to his den or monster huge | V2 |
| And then at twilight by the glassy sea | B |
| We peaceful sat reclin'd against each other | N |
| The waves came dancing to our very feet | V |
| And all before us lay the wide wide world | V |
| Then on a sudden one would seize his sword | V |
| And future deeds shone round us like the stars | B |
| Which gemm'd in countless throngs the vault of night | V |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Endless my friend the projects which the soul | Q2 |
| Burns to accomplish We would every deed | V |
| At once perform as grandly as it shows | B |
| After long ages when from land to land | V |
| The poet's swelling song hath roll'd it on | W2 |
| It sounds so lovely what our fathers did | V |
| When in the silent evening shade reclin'd | V |
| We drink it in with music's melting tones | B |
| And what we do is as their deeds to them | X2 |
| Toilsome and incomplete | V |
| Thus we pursue what always flies before | Y2 |
| We disregard the path in which we tread | V |
| Scarce see around the footsteps of our sires | B |
| Or heed the trace of their career on earth | T |
| We ever hasten on to chase their shades | B |
| Which godlike at a distance far remote | V |
| On golden clouds reclin'd the mountains crown | N2 |
| The man I prize not who esteems himself | B2 |
| Just as the people's breath may chance to raise him | L2 |
| But thou Orestes to the gods give thanks | B |
| That they have done so much through thee already | B |
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| ORESTES | B |
| When they ordain a man to noble deeds | B |
| To shield from dire calamity his friends | B |
| Extend his empire or protect its bounds | B |
| Or put to flight its ancient enemies | B |
| Let him be grateful For to him a god | V |
| Imparts the first the sweetest joy of life | B2 |
| Me have they doom'd to be a slaughterer | Y2 |
| To be an honour'd mother's murderer | Y2 |
| And shamefully a deed of shame avenging | Z2 |
| Me through their own decree they have o'erwhelm'd | V |
| Trust me the race of Tantalus is doom'd | V |
| Nor may his last descendant leave the earth | T |
| Or crown'd with honour or unstain'd by crime | A3 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| The gods avenge not on the son the deeds | B |
| Done by the father Each or good or bad | V |
| Of his own actions reaps the due reward | V |
| The parents' blessing not their curse descends | B |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Methinks their blessing did not lead us here | Y2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| It was at least the mighty gods' decree | Y2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Then is it their decree which doth destroy us | B |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Perform what they command and wait the event | V |
| Do thou Apollo's sister bear from hence | B |
| That they at Delphi may united dwell | M2 |
| Rever'd and honour'd by a noble race | B |
| Thee for this deed the heav'nly pair will view | B2 |
| With gracious eye and from the hateful grasp | B3 |
| Of the infernal Powers will rescue thee | Y2 |
| E'en now none dares intrude within this grove | B2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| So shall I die at least a peaceful death | O |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Far other are my thoughts and not unskill'd | V |
| Have I the future and the past combin'd | V |
| In quiet meditation Long perchance | B |
| Hath ripen'd in the counsel of the gods | B |
| The great event Diana wish d to leave | B2 |
| This savage region foul with human blood | V |
| We were selected for the high emprize | B |
| To us it is assign'd and strangely thus | B |
| We are conducted to the threshold here | Y2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| My friend with wondrous skill thou link'st thy wish | C3 |
| With the predestin'd purpose of the gods | B |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Of what avail is prudence if it fail | D3 |
| Heedful to mark the purposes of Heaven | E3 |
| A noble man who much hath sinn'd some god | V |
| Doth summon to a dangerous enterprize | B |
| Which to achieve appears impossible | G2 |
| The hero conquers and atoning serves | B |
| Mortals and gods who thenceforth honour him | L2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Am I foredoom'd to action and to life | B2 |
| Would that a god from my distemper'd brain | G |
| Might chase this dizzy fever which impels | B |
| My restless steps along a slipp'ry path | S |
| Stain'd with a mother's blood to direful death | O |
| And pitying dry the fountain whence the blood | V |
| For ever spouting from a mother's wounds | B |
| Eternally defiles me | Y2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Wait in peace | B |
| Thou dost increase the evil and dost take | X |
| The office of the Furies on thyself | B2 |
| Let me contrive be still And when at length | F3 |
| The time for action claims our powers combin'd | V |
| Then will I summon thee and on we'll stride | V |
| With cautious boldness to achieve the event | V |
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| ORESTES | B |
| I hear Ulysses speak | G3 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Nay mock me not | V |
| Each must select the hero after whom | H3 |
| To climb the steep and difficult ascent | V |
| Of high Olympus And to me it seems | B |
| That him nor stratagem nor art defile | G2 |
| Who consecrates himself to noble deeds | B |
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| ORESTES | B |
| I most esteem the brave and upright man | I3 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| And therefore have I not desir'd thy counsel | G2 |
| One step is ta'en already from our guards | B |
| I have extorted this intelligence | B |
| A strange and godlike woman now restrains | B |
| The execution of that bloody law | G2 |
| Incense and prayer and an unsullied heart | V |
| These are the gifts she offers to the gods | B |
| Her fame is widely spread and it is thought | V |
| That from the race of Amazon she springs | B |
| And hither fled some great calamity | Y2 |
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| ORESTES | B |
| Her gentle sway it seems lost all its power | Y2 |
| At the approach of one so criminal | G2 |
| Whom the dire curse enshrouds in gloomy night | V |
| Our doom to seal the pious thirst for blood | V |
| Again unchains the ancient cruel rite | V |
| The monarch's savage will decrees our death | O |
| A woman cannot save when he condemns | B |
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| PYLADES | B |
| That 'tis a woman is a ground for hope | J3 |
| A man the very best with cruelty | Y2 |
| At length may so familiarize his mind | V |
| His character through custom so transform | K3 |
| That he shall come to make himself a law | G2 |
| Of what at first his very soul abhorr'd | V |
| But woman doth retain the stamp of mind | V |
| She first assum'd On her we may depend | V |
| In good or evil with more certainty | Y2 |
| She comes leave us alone I dare not tell | G2 |
| At once our names nor unreserv'd confide | V |
| Our fortunes to her Now retire awhile | G2 |
| And ere she speaks with thee we'll meet again | L3 |
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| SCENE II | A |
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| IPHIGENIA PYLADES | B |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| Whence art thou Stranger speak To me thy bearing | Z2 |
| Stamps thee of Grecian not of Scythian race | B |
| She unbinds his chains | B |
| The freedom that I give is dangerous | B |
| The gods avert the doom that threatens you | B2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Delicious music dearly welcome tones | B |
| Of our own language in a foreign land | V |
| With joy my captive eye once more beholds | B |
| The azure mountains of my native coast | V |
| Oh let this joy that I too am a Greek | G3 |
| Convince thee priestess How I need thine aid | V |
| A moment I forget my spirit wrapt | V |
| In contemplation of so fair a vision | L3 |
| If fate's dread mandate doth not seal thy lips | B |
| From which of our illustrious races say | B |
| Dost thou thy godlike origin derive | B2 |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| A priestess by the Goddess' self ordain'd | V |
| And consecrated too doth speak with thee | Y2 |
| Let that suffice but tell me who art thou | M |
| And what unbless'd o'erruling destiny | Y2 |
| Hath hither led thee with thy friend | V |
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| PYLADES | B |
| The woe | I |
| Whose hateful presence ever dogs our steps | B |
| I can with ease relate Oh would that thou | M |
| Couldst with like ease divine one shed on us | B |
| One ray of cheering hope We are from Crete | V |
| Adrastus' sons and I the youngest born | L3 |
| Named Cephalus my eldest brother he | Y2 |
| Laodamus Between us two a youth | R2 |
| Of savage temper grew who oft disturb'd | V |
| The joy and concord of our youthful sports | B |
| Long as our father led his powers at Troy | Y2 |
| Passive our mother's mandate we obey'd | V |
| But when enrich'd with booty he return'd | V |
| And shortly after died a contest fierce | B |
| For the succession and their father's wealth | M3 |
| Parted the brothers I the eldest joined | V |
| He slew the second and the Furies hence | B |
| For kindred murder dog his restless steps | B |
| But to this savage shore the Delphian god | V |
| Hath sent us cheer'd by hope commanding us | B |
| Within his sister's temple to await | V |
| The blessed hand of aid We have been ta'en | L3 |
| Brought hither and now stand for sacrifice | B |
| My tale is told | V |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| Tell me is Troy o'erthrown | L3 |
| Assure me of its fall | G2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| It lies in ruins | B |
| But oh ensure deliverance to us | B |
| Hasten I pray the promis'd aid of heav'n | L3 |
| Pity my brother say a kindly word | V |
| But I implore thee spare him when thou speakest | V |
| Too easily his inner mind is torn | L3 |
| By joy or grief or cruel memory | Y2 |
| A feverish madness oft doth seize on him | L2 |
| Yielding his spirit beautiful and free | Y2 |
| A prey to furies | B |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| Great as is thy woe | I |
| Forget it I conjure thee for a while | G2 |
| Till I am satisfied | V |
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| PYLADES | B |
| The stately town | L3 |
| Which ten long years withstood the Grecian host | V |
| Now lies in ruins ne'er to rise again | L3 |
| Yet many a hero's grave will oft recall | G2 |
| Our sad remembrance to that barbarous shore | Y2 |
| There lies Achilles and his noble friend | V |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| And are ye godlike forms reduc'd to dust | V |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Nor Palamede nor Ajax ere again | L3 |
| The daylight of their native land behold | V |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| He speaks not of my father doth not name | N3 |
| Him with the fallen He may yet survive | B2 |
| I may behold him still hope on my heart | V |
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| PYLADES | B |
| Yet happy are the thousands who receiv'd | V |
| Their bitter death blow from a hostile hand | V |
| For terror wild and end most tragical | G2 |
| Some hostile angry deity prepar'd | V |
| Instead of triumph for the home returning | Z2 |
| Do human voices never reach this shore | Y2 |
| Far as their sound extends they bear the fame | N3 |
| Of deeds unparallel'd And is the woe | I |
| Which fills Mycene's halls with ceaseless sighs | B |
| To thee a secret still And know'st thou not | V |
| That Clytemnestra with gisthus' aid | V |
| Her royal consort artfully ensnar'd | V |
| And murder'd on the day of his return | L3 |
| The monarch's house thou honourest I perceive | B2 |
| Thy heaving bosom vainly doth contend | V |
| With tidings fraught with such unlook'd for woe | I |
| Art thou the daughter of a friend or born | L3 |
| Within the circuit of Mycene's walls | B |
| Do not conceal it nor avenge on me | Y2 |
| That here the horrid crime I first announc'd | V |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| Proceed and tell me how the deed was done | L3 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| The day of his return as from the bath | S |
| Arose the monarch tranquil and refresh'd | V |
| His robe demanding from his consort's hand | V |
| A tangl'd garment complicate with folds | B |
| She o'er his shoulders flung and noble head | V |
| And when as from a net he vainly strove | B2 |
| To extricate himself the traitor base | B |
| gisthus smote him and envelop'd thus | B |
| Great Agamemnon sought the shades below | I |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| And what reward receiv'd the base accomplice | B |
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| PYLADES | B |
| A queen and kingdom he possess'd already | Y2 |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| Base passion prompted then the deed of shame | N3 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| And feelings cherish'd long of deep revenge | O3 |
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| IPHIGENIA | L3 |
| How had the monarch injured Clytemnestra | Y2 |
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| PYLADES | B |
| By such a dreadful deed that if on earth | T |
| Aught could exculpate murder it were this | B |
| To Aulis he allur'd her when the fleet | V |
| With unpropitious winds the goddess stay'd | V |
| And there a victim at Diana's shrine | L3 |
| The monarch for the welfare of the Greeks | B |
| Her eldest daughter doom'd And this 'tis said | V |
| Planted such deep abhorrence in her heart | V |
| That to gisthus she resign'd herself | B2 |
| And round her husband flung the web of death | O |
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| IPHIGENIA veiling herself | B2 |
| It is enough Thou wilt again behold me | Y2 |
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| PYLADES alone | L3 |
| The fortune of this royal house it seems | B |
| Doth move her deeply Whosoe'er she be | Y2 |
| She must herself have known the monarch well | G2 |
| For our good fortune from a noble house | B |
| She hath been sold to bondage Peace my heart | V |
| And let us steer our course with prudent zeal | G2 |
| Toward the star of hope which gleams upon us | B |
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