I asked not that. Let that with Fortune lie.

ORESTES.
Fools cannot laugh at them that nameless die.

IPHIGENIA.
Why grudge me this? Hast thou such mighty fame?

ORESTES.
My body, if thou wilt, but not my name.

IPHIGENIA.
Nor yet the land of Greece where thou wast bred?

ORESTES.
What gain to have told it thee, when I am dead?

IPHIGENIA.
Nay: why shouldst thou deny so small a grace?

ORESTES.
Know then, great Argos was my native place.

IPHIGENIA.
Stranger! The truth! ... From Argos art thou come?

ORESTES.
Mycenae, once a rich land, was my home.

IPHIGENIA.