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.IphigeniaYou wll not lose me; I am saved and you renowned, as far as I can make you.ClytemnestraHow so? Must I not mourn your death?IphigeniaBy no means, for I shall have no tomb heaped over me.ClytemnestraWhat then? It is death, not the tomb, that is rightly mourned.IphigeniaThe altar of the goddess, Zeus’s daughter, will be my tomb.ClytemnestraWell, my child, I will let you persuade me, for you speak well.IphigeniaYes, as one who prospers and does Hellas service.ClytemnestraWhat message shall I carry to your sisters?IphigeniaDo not put mourning raiment on them either.ClytemnestraBut is there no fond message I can give the maidens from you? IphigeniaYes, my farewell words; and promise me to rear Orestes to manhood.ClytemnestraPress him to your bosom; it is your last look.IphigeniaO you that are most dear to me! you have helped your friends as you had means.ClytemnestraIs there anything I can do in Argos to please you?IphigeniaYes, do not hate my father, your own husband.