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. If you are alive, and if so, how you are.
Electra
  1. Well then, you see first of all how withered my body is.
Orestes
  1. Yes, so wasted with sorrow that I sigh for it.
Electra
  1. And my head and hair, close shaven as if by a Scythian’s razor.
Orestes
  1. Your brother and your dead father perhaps gnaw at your heart.
Electra
  1. Alas! For what is dearer to me than they?
Orestes
  1. Ah! What are you to your brother, do you think?
Electra
  1. He is far away, not here to be my friend.
Orestes
  1. Why are you living here, far from the city?