Iphigenia monologue — Iphigenia in Tauris

No, no! such bloody proofs are not requir'd. Unhand thy weapon, king! my lot consider; Rash combat oft immortalizes man; If he should fall, he is renown'd in song; But after ages reckon not the tears Which ceaseless the forsaken woman sheds; And poets tell not of the thousand nights Consum'd in weeping, and the dreary days, Wherein her anguish'd soul, a prey to grief, Doth vainly yearn to call her lov'd one back. Fear warn'd me to beware lest robber's wiles Might lure me from this sanctuary, and then Betray me into bondage. Anxiously I question'd them, each circumstance explor'd, Demanded signs, and now my heart's assur'd. See here, the mark as of three stars impress'd On his right hand, which on his natal day Were by the priest declar'd to indicate Some dreadful deed by him to be perform'd. And then this scar, which doth his eyebrow cleave, Redoubles my conviction. When a child, Electra, rash and inconsiderate, Such was her nature, loos'd him from her arms. He fell against a tripos. Oh, 'tis he!-- Shall I adduce the likeness to his sire, Or the deep rapture of my inmost heart, In further token of assurance, king?