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. After that, you yourself invent something, as it falls out.
Orestes
  1. Well said. But my mother, where is she?
Old man
  1. At Argos; but she will join her husband for the feast.
Orestes
  1. Why didn’t my mother set out with her husband?
Old man
  1. From fear of the citizens’ reproach she stayed behind.
Orestes
  1. I understand; she knows that the city suspects her.
Old man
  1. Something like that; for an unholy woman is an object of hatred.
Orestes
  1. How then shall I kill her and him at once?
Electra
  1. I shall prepare my mother’s slaughter!