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Wrought by a ruthless woman. Was she stung

By heavy-handed wrath, to life that sprung

When on the altar Iphigeneia lay

Beside Euripus’ sea-gorge, far away

From her own land? Or was she adultery’s thrall

Passion-seduced to sin beneath night’s pall?⁠—

For brides new-wedded hatefullest transgression,

Not to be hidden, made the world’s possession