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.

  1. Hasten your step, it is time; go onward, onward, weeping! Ah me!
  2. I am Agamemnon’s child, and Clytemnestra, hated daughter of Tyndareus, bore me; the citizens call me unhappy Electra.
  3. Alas for my cruel pain and hateful life! O father, Agamemnon, you lie in Hades, by the butchery of your wife and Aegisthus.
Electra
  1. Come, waken the same lament, take up the enjoyment of long weeping.
Electra
  1. Hasten your step, it is time; go onward, onward, weeping. Ah me!
  2. In what city and what household do you wander about, my wretched brother, leaving your pitiable sister in our ancestral home, to great pain?
  3. Come to me, the unhappy one, as a deliverer from this pain, oh Zeus, Zeus, and as a defender for my father against his most hateful bloodshed; bring the wanderer to shore in Argos.
Electra
  1. Take this pitcher from my head and put it down, so that I may cry aloud the night-time laments for my father. A wail, a song of death, of death, for you, father, under the earth, I speak the laments
  2. in which I am always engaged, day by day, tearing my skin with my nails, and striking my cropped head with my hand, for your death.