Iphigenia
O wretched, in my dreadful daring! [870] How dreadful were the things I endured, alas, my brother! By only a little you escaped an unholy death, slain by my hands. But how will these things end? What fortune will assist me? [875] What way will I find to send you from this city, from slaughter, to your native Argos, [880] before the sword draws near to your blood? This is your business, unhappy soul, to find out. On the dry land, not in a ship? [885] But if you go on foot, through trackless paths and barbarian tribes, you will draw near to death. [890] But through the dark rocks of the narrow passage is a long way for flight by ship. I am unhappy, unhappy! [895] Who, either god or mortal or something unexpected, might accomplish a way that is no way, and reveal a release from troubles for the only two children of the house of Atreus?