Orestes

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.

  1. Some one or two might pity me—
Pylades
  1. Yes, your noble birth is a great point.
Orestes
  1. Resenting my father’s death.
Pylades
  1. That is all quite clear.
Orestes
  1. I must go, for to die ignobly is a coward’s part.
Pylades
  1. Well said.
Orestes
  1. Shall we tell my sister?
Pylades
  1. God forbid!
Orestes
  1. True, there might be tears.
Pylades
  1. That would be a grave omen.
Orestes
  1. Yes, silence is clearly better.
Pylades
  1. And you will gain time.
Orestes
  1. There is only one obstacle in my way.
Pylades
  1. What fresh objection now?
Orestes
  1. I am afraid the goddesses will prevent me by madness.
Pylades
  1. But I will take care of you.
Orestes
  1. It is annoying to have to touch a sick man.
Pylades
  1. Not to me, when it is you.
Orestes
  1. Beware of becoming a partner in my madness.
Pylades
  1. Let that pass.