Volume 14 / Act 4 — SCENE II
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IPHIGENIA, ARKAS
ARKAS
Priestess, with speed conclude the sacrifice! Impatiently the king and people wait.
IPHIGENIA
I had perform'd my duty and thy will, Had not an unforeseen impediment The execution of my purpose thwarted.
ARKAS
What is it that obstructs the king's commands?
IPHIGENIA
Chance, which from mortals will not brook control.
ARKAS
Possess me with the reason, that with speed I may inform the king, who hath decreed The death of both.
IPHIGENIA
The gods have not decreed it. The elder of these men doth bear the guilt Of kindred murder; on his steps attend The dread Erinnys. In the inner fane They seized upon their prey, polluting thus The holy sanctuary. I hasten now, Together with my virgin-train, to bathe The goddess' image in the sea, and there With solemn rites its purity restore. Let none presume our silent march to follow!
ARKAS
This hindrance to the monarch I'll announce Commence not thou the rite till he permit.
IPHIGENIA
The priestess interferes alone in this.
ARKAS
An incident so strange the king should know.
IPHIGENIA
Here, nor his counsel nor command avails.
ARKAS
Oft are the great consulted out of form.
IPHIGENIA
Do not insist on what I must refuse.
ARKAS
A needful and a just demand refuse not.
IPHIGENIA
I yield, if thou delay not.
ARKAS
I with speed Will bear these tidings to the camp, and soon Acquaint thee, priestess, with the king's reply. There is a message I would gladly bear him; 'Twould quickly banish all perplexity Thou didst not heed thy faithful friend's advice.
IPHIGENIA
I willingly have done whate'er I could.
ARKAS
E'en now 'tis not too late to change thy purpose.
IPHIGENIA
To do so is, alas, beyond our power.
ARKAS
What thou wouldst shun, thou deem'st impossible.
IPHIGENIA
Thy wish doth make thee deem it possible.
ARKAS
Wilt thou so calmly venture everything?
IPHIGENIA
My fate I have committed to the gods.
ARKAS
The gods are wont to save by human means.
IPHIGENIA
By their appointment everything is done.
ARKAS
Believe me, all doth now depend on thee. The irritated temper of the king Alone condemns these men to bitter death. The soldiers from the cruel sacrifice And bloody service long have been disused; Nay, many, whom their adverse fortunes cast In foreign regions, there themselves have felt How godlike to the exil'd wanderer The friendly countenance of man appears. Do not deprive us of thy gentle aid! With ease thou canst thy sacred task fulfil; For nowhere doth benignity, which comes In human form from heaven, so quickly gain An empire o'er the heart, as where a race, Gloomy and savage, full of life and power, Without external guidance, and oppress'd With vague forebodings, bear life's heavy load.
IPHIGENIA
Shake not my spirit, which thou canst not bend According to thy will.
ARKAS
While there is time Nor labor nor persuasion shall be spar'd.
IPHIGENIA
Thy labor but occasions pain to me; Both are in vain; therefore, I pray, depart.
ARKAS
I summon pain to aid me, 'tis a friend Who counsels wisely.
IPHIGENIA
Though it shakes my soul, It doth not banish thence my strong repugnance.
ARKAS
Can then a gentle soul repugnance feel For benefits bestow'd by one so noble?
[Illustration: IPHIGENIA From the Painting by Max Nonnenbruch]
IPHIGENIA
Yes, when the donor, for those benefits, Instead of gratitude, demands myself.
ARKAS
Who no affection feels doth never want Excuses. To the king I will relate What hath befallen. O that in thy soul Thou wouldst revolve his noble conduct to thee Since thy arrival to the present day!