side not to a calm, there is no hope
Of safety to the strangers. Be assured,
That Neptune, awful
monarch of the main,
Remembers Troy; and,
hostile to the race
Of Pelops, will deliver to thy hands,
And to thy people, as is meet, the son
Of Agamemnon; and bring back to the
His sister, who the
goddess hath betray'd,
Unmindful of the blood at Aulis shed.
LEADER
Unhappy Iphigenia, thou must die,
Thy brother too must die, if thou again,
Seized in thy
flight, to thy lord's hands shalt come.
THOAS
Inhabitants of this barbaric land,
Will you not rein your steeds, will you not fly
Along the shore, to seize whate'er this skiff
Of Greece casts forth; and, for your
goddess roused,
Hunt down these
impious men? Will you not launch
Instant your swift-oar'd barks, by sea, by land
To catch them, from the
rugged rock to hurl
Their bodies, or impale them on the stake?
But for you, women, in these dark designs
Accomplices,
hereafter, as I find
Convenient
leisure, I will
punish you.
The occasion urges now, and gives no pause.
(MINERVA appears above.)
MINERVA
W
hither, O royal Thoas, dost thou lead
This vengeful chase? Attend: Minerva speaks.
Cease thy
pursuit, and stop this rushing flood
Of arms; for
hither, by the fateful voice
Of Phoebus, came Orestes, warn'd to fly
The anger of the Furies, to convey
His sister to her native Argos back,
And to my land the
sacred image bear.
Thoas, I speak to thee: him, whom thy rage
Would kill, Orestes, on the wild waves seized,
Neptune, to do me grace, already wafts
On the smooth sea, the swelling surges calm'd.
And thou, Orestes (for my voice thou hear'st,
Though distant far), to my commands attend:
Go, with the
sacred image, which thou bear'st,
And with thy sister: but when thou shalt come
To Athens built by gods, there is a place
On the
extreme borders of the Attic land,
Close neighbouring to Carystia's craggy height,
Sacred; my people call it Alae: there
A
temple raise, and fix the
statue there,
Which from the Tauric
goddess shall receive
Its name, and from thy toils, which thou, through Greece
Driven by the Furies' maddening stings, hast borne;
And
mortals shall in future times with hymns
The Tauric
goddess there, Diana, hail.
And be this law establish'd; when the feast
For thy
deliverance from this
shrine is held,
To a man's
throat that they apply the sword,
And draw the blood, in memory of these rites,
That of her honours
naught the
goddess lose.
Thou, Iphigenia, on the hallow'd heights
Of Brauron on this
goddess shalt attend
Her priestess, dying shalt be there interr'd,
Graced with the honours of the
gorgeous vests
Of finest
texture, in their houses left
By matrons who in childbed pangs expired.
These Grecian dames back to their country lead,
I
charge thee; justice this return demands,
For I saved thee, when on the mount of Mars
The votes were equal; and from that decree
The shells in number equal still absolve.
But, son of Agamemnon, from this land
Thy sister bear; nor, Thoas, be thou angry.
THOAS
Royal Minerva, he that hears the gods
Commanding, and obeys not, is unwise.
My anger 'gainst Orestes flames no more,
Gone though he be, and bears with him away
The
statue of the
goddess, and his sister.
Have
mortals glory 'gainst the powerful gods
Contending? Let them go, and to thy land
The
sacred image bear, and fix it there;
Good fortune go with them. To favour Greece,
These dames, at thy high bidding, I will send.
My arms will I
restrain, which I had raised
Against the strangers, and my swift-oar'd barks,
Since,
potentgoddess, this is
pleasing to thee.
MINERVA
I praise thy
resolution; for the power
Of Fate o'er thee and o'er the gods prevails.
Breathe soft, ye favouring gales, to Athens bear
These
sprung from Agamemnon; on their course
Attending, I will go, and heedful save
My sister's
sacred image. You too go (to the CHORUS)
Prosperous, and in the fate that guards you bless'd.
(MINERVA vanishes.)
CHORUS (chanting)
O thou, among the
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immortal gods
revered
And
mortal men, Minerva, we will do
As thou commandest; for with
transport high,
Exceeding hope, our ears receive thy words.
O Victory, I
revere thy awful power:
Guard thou my life, nor ever cease to crown me!
-THE END-
.