A purport strange this robe conveys, father. Iphis Thou hast no look of mourning for thy lord. Evadne No, the reason why I thus am decked is strange, maybe. Iphis Dost thou in such garb appear before a funeral-pyre? Evadne Yea, for hither it is I come to take the meed of victory. Iphis Victory! what victory? This would I learn of thee. Evadne A victory o’er all women on whom the sun looks down. Iphis In Athena’s handiwork or in prudent counsel?