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. Stay, poor girl; do not fear my hand.
Electra
  1. O Phoebus Apollo! I beseech you to spare my life.
Orestes
  1. May I kill others more hated than you!
Electra
  1. Go away! Do not touch one whom you must not touch.
Orestes
  1. There is no one I have a better right to touch.
Electra
  1. Then why are you in ambush, with drawn sword, near my house?
Orestes
  1. Wait and hear, and you will soon say the same.
Electra
  1. I am still; in any case, I am yours, since you are the stronger.
Orestes
  1. I have come to bring you word from your brother.