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.
- You are calling out to me my death; why do I delay?
- Hold back, to learn your fortune clearly.
- No, no; we are vanquished; where are the messengers?
- They will come; it is no trivial matter to kill a king.
- O victorious maidens of Mycenae, I report to all his friends that Orestes has conquered, and Aegisthus, the murderer of Agamemnon, lies on the ground; but we must offer prayers to the gods.
- Who are you? How trustworthy is your announcement?
- Don’t you know your brother’s servant when you look at me?
- O best of friends! I could not recognize your face out of fear; but now I know you well. What are you saying? Is my father’s hated murderer dead?
- He is dead; I am telling you twice what you certainly want to hear.