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.