Iphigenia in Tauris

Euripides

Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.

  1. and the well-grown laurel and the holy shoot of gray-green olive, Leto’s dear child, and the lake that rolls about its ripples, where the melodious swan
  2. serves the Muses.
Chorus
  1. O streams of tears that fell onto my cheeks, when my city was destroyed and the enemy forced me to sail,
  2. by their oars, by their spears! Purchased by gold, I came to a barbarian home, where I serve Agamemnon’s daughter,
  3. the attendant maid of the deer-killing goddess, and the altars where no sheep are sacrificed; and I envy ruin that is wretched throughout, for when you are brought up in harsh necessity, you do not suffer.
  4. Misery changes; life is hard for mortals, when they are treated badly after happiness.
Chorus
  1. And you, lady, the Argive penteconter will bear you home;
  2. the wax-bound reed of the mountain god Pan, piping, will shout to the oars, and Phoebus the prophet, with the ring of his seven-stringed lyre,
  3. singing, will guide you well to the gleaming land of the Athenians. Leaving me here, you will go with splashing oars. In the breeze, the forestays of the ship that carries you swiftly
  4. will spread out over the front beyond the prow.
Chorus
  1. May I come to the bright race-course, where the sun’s fire goes;
  2. over the chambers of my home, may I cease to flutter the wings on my back. May I take my stand in the dances of glorious marriages, where I stood as a maiden,
  3. twirling about in the dancing bands of other girls, away from my dear mother; rushing on to the contest of charms, the luxuriant strife of hair, I covered my cheeks with the multi-colored veil
  4. and shadowed them with the locks of my hair.
Thoas
  1. Where is the gate-keeper of this temple, the woman of Hellas? Has she already begun the rites on the strangers?
  2. Are they glowing with fire in the holy sanctuary?
Chorus Leader
  1. Here she is, to tell you everything clearly, lord.
Thoas
  1. Oh! Daughter of Agamemnon, why have you lifted up in your arms the statue of the goddess from its pedestal that must not be moved?
Iphigenia
  1. Lord, stand there in the entrance!
Thoas
  1. Iphigenia, what has happened in the temple?