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. my dear, to your unwilling brother.
Orestes
  1. Did you see how the unhappy one threw off her robe and showed her bosom in the slaughter, alas, hurling to the ground the limbs that gave me birth? And her hair, I—
Chorus
  1. I know it well; you passed through agony, hearing the mournful wail of the mother that bore you.
Orestes
  1. She uttered this cry, putting her hand to my chin:
  2. My child, I entreat you! And she clung to my cheeks, so that the sword fell from my hand.
Chorus
  1. The unhappy one! How did you endure to see the blood
  2. of your mother, breathing her last before your eyes?
Orestes
  1. I threw my cloak over my eyes, and began the sacrifice by plunging the sword into my mother’s throat.
Electra
  1. And I urged you on and