Electra
Euripides
Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.
- O Earth, and Zeus who sees all mortal acts, look at these loathsome bloody deeds, these two bodies
- lying on the earth at the blow from my hand, atonement for my suffering . . .
- Too many tears, my brother, and I am the cause. Unhappy, that I came to fiery rage against this woman, who was my mother!
- Alas for your fate; you gave birth to unbearable pain, and you suffered it, miserably and beyond, from your children. Yet you have rightly paid for their father’s murder.
- Ah, Phoebus! you proclaimed in song unclear justice, but you have brought about clear woes, and granted me a bloody destiny far from the land of Hellas. To what other city can I go?
- What host, what pious man will look at me, who killed my mother?
- Ah me! Where can I go, to what dance, to what marriage? What husband will receive me
- into the bridal bed?
- Again, again your thought changes with the breeze; for now you think piously, though you did not before, and you did dreadful things,