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.
- to the holy town of Pallas; only hold out.
- Clasp me to your breast, my dearest brother; for the curse of our mother’s blood is separating us from our father’s home.
- Throw your arms in close embrace about me. Lament as if I were dead, over my grave.
- Alas! You have said things terrible even for gods to hear. For in me and in the Olympians there is
- pity for much-suffering mortals.
- I shall no longer see you!
- Nor will I draw near your sight!
- These are my last words to you.
- Farewell, my city!