'Tis banishment that brings thee here--or what?

ORESTES.
A kind of banishment, half forced, half sought.

IPHIGENIA.
Wouldst thou but tell me all I need of thee!

ORESTES.
'Twere not much added to my misery.

IPHIGENIA.
From Argos! ... Oh, how sweet to see thee here!

ORESTES.
Enjoy it, then. To me 'tis sorry cheer.

IPHIGENIA.
Thou knowest the name of Troy? Far doth it flit.

ORESTES.
Would God I had not; nay, nor dreamed of it.

IPHIGENIA.
Men fable it is fallen beneath the sword?

ORESTES.
Fallen it is. Thou hast heard no idle word.

IPHIGENIA.