IPH.  Mother, why dost thou silently bedew thine eyes with tears?

CLY.  I wretched have a reason, so as to be pained at heart.

IPH.  Cease; do not daunt me, but obey me in this.

CLY.  Speak, for thou shalt not be wronged at my hands, my child.

IPH.  Neither then do thou cut off the locks of thine hair, [nor put on black garments around thy body.]

CLY.  Wherefore sayest thou this, my child?  Having lost thee—­

IPH.  Not you indeed—­I am saved, and thou wilt be glorious as far as I am concerned.

CLY.  How sayest thou?  Must I not bemoan thy life?

IPH.  Not in the least, since no tomb will be upraised for me.

CLY.  Why, what then is death?  Is not a tomb customary?[93]

IPH.  The altar of the Goddess, daughter of Jove, will be my memorial.

CLY.  But, O child, I will obey thee, for thou speakest well.

IPH.  Ay, as prospering like the benefactress of Greece.

CLY.  What then shall I tell thy sisters?

IPH.  Neither do thou clothe them in black garments.

CLY.  But shall I speak any kind message from thee to the virgins?

IPH.  Ay, [bid them] fare well, and do thou, for my sake, train up this [boy] Orestes to be a man.

CLY.  Embrace him, beholding him for the last time.

IPH.  O dearest one, thou hast assisted thy friends to the utmost in thy power.

CLY.  Can I, by doing any thing in Argos, do thee a pleasure?

IPH.  Hate not my father, yes, thy husband.

CLY.  He needs shall go through terrible trials on thy account.

IPH.  Unwillingly he hath undone me on behalf of the land of Greece.

CLY.  But ungenerously, by craft, and not in a manner worthy of Atreus.

IPH.  Who will come and lead me, before I am torn away by the hair?[94]

CLY.  I will go with thee.

IPH.  Not you indeed, thou sayest not well.

CLY.  Ay [but I will,] clinging to thy garments.

IPH.  Be persuaded by me, mother.  Remain, for this is more fitting both for me and thee.  But let some one of these my father’s followers conduct me to the meadow of Diana, where I may be sacrificed.

CLY.  O child, thou art going.

IPH.  Ay, and I shall ne’er return.

CLY.  Leaving thy mother—­

IPH.  As thou seest, though, not worthily.

CLY.  Hold!  Do not leave me.

IPH.  I do not suffer thee to shed tears.  But, ye maidens, raise aloft the paean for my sad hap, [celebrate] Diana, the daughter of Jove,[95] and let the joyful strain go forth to the Greeks.  And let some one make ready the baskets, and let flame burn with the purifying cakes, and let my father serve the altar with his right hand, seeing I am going to bestow upon the Greeks safety that produces victory.[96]