I have reason, woe is me! to be sad at heart.IphigeniaStop; do not make me a coward; here in one thing obey me.ClytemnestraTell me, my child, for at my hands you shall never suffer injury.IphigeniaCut not off the tresses of your hair for me, nor clothe yourself in sable garb.This line was rejected by Hermann, Burges, and most other editors.ClytemnestraWhy, my child, what is it you have said? When I have lost you?The aposiopesis may be supplied by forbear to mourn.