O Cyclopean hearths; o my country, dear Mycenae, I thank you for his life, for his nourishment, because you brought up this light of the house, my brother.OrestesWe are fortunate in our family, but in our circumstances, my sister, we were born to be unfortunate in life.IphigeniaI was unhappy, I know, when my wretched father put the sword to my throat.OrestesAlas! Though I was not present, I seem to see you there.IphigeniaO brother, when I was brought, not a bride, to the treacherous bed of Achilles;