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.
- killed your husband, you who are the relative of famous brothers.
- Oh, oh! My friends, did you hear a noise—or did an empty notion come to me?—like the underground rumbling from Zeus? Look, the breeze rises, bringing with it a sign.
- Mistress, Electra, leave the house!
- My friends, what is it? How do we stand in the contest?
- I only know this; I hear a wailing that means bloodshed.
- I heard it also, far off, but still heard.
- Yes, the sound is coming a long way, but it is clear.
- The groan was of an Argive; was it from my friends?
- I don’t know; for the whole tune of the shout is confused.