Sing with me, maidens, sing the praises of Artemis, whose temple faces Chalcis,where angry spearmen madly chafe, here in the narrow havens of Aulis, because of me.O Pelasgia, land of my birth, and Mycenae, my home! ChorusIs it on Perseus’ citadel you call, that town Cyclopean workmen built?IphigeniaTo be a light to Hellas did you rear me, and so I do not say No to death.ChorusYou are right; no fear that fame will ever desert you!IphigeniaHail to you, bright lamp of day and light of Zeus! A different life, a different lot is henceforth mine. Farewell I bid you, light beloved! Exit Iphigenia..ChorusPaley agrees with Porson in regarding the rest of the play after Iphigenia’s exit as the work of an interpolator; he follows as his text Kirchhoff’s collation of the MSS., only noticing a few corrections; for the purposes of translation some further variations are here admitted.Behold the maiden on her way, the destroyer of Ilium’s town and the Phrygians, with garlands twined about her head, and drops of lustral water on her, soon to be sprinkled with her gushing bloodthe altar of a murderous goddess, when her shapely neck is severed.Lines 1514-16 read διαίμονος
with Markland for γε δαίμονοσ; ῥανοῦσαν, Markland for θανοῦσαν; and omit τε with Bothe after εὐφυᾶ.For you fair streams of a father’s pouring and lustral waters are in store, for you Achaea’s army is waiting, eagerto reach the citadel of Ilium. But let us celebrate Artemis, the daughter of Zeus, queen among the gods, as if upon some happy chance.O lady revered, delighting in humansacrifice, send on its way to Phrygia’s land the army of the Hellenes, to Troy’s abodes of guile, and grant that Agamemnon may wreathe his head with deathless fame,a crown of fairest glory for the spearmen of Hellas.Reading Ἑλλάσι with Markland for Ἑλλάδι. MessengerCome forth, O Clytemnestra, daughter of Tyndareus, from the tent, to hear my news.ClytemnestraI heard your voice and have comein sad dismay and fearful dread, not sure but what you have arrived with tidings of some fresh trouble for me besides the present woe.MessengerNo, rather I want to unfold to you a strange and marvellous story about your child.ClytemnestraDo not delay, then, but speak at once.MessengerDear mistress, you shall learn all clearly; from the outset will I tell it, unless my memory fails me somewhat and confuses my tongue in its account. As soon as we reached the grove of Artemis, the child of Zeus, and the flowery meadows,