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. Then finely she walks to the middle of the net. —And here she comes, splendid in her chariot and dress.
Orestes
  1. What are we going to do? Shall we kill our mother?
Electra
  1. Surely pity did not seize you, when you saw your mother?
Orestes
  1. Ah! How can I kill her when she bore me and brought me up?
Electra
  1. As she killed your father and mine.
Orestes
  1. O Phoebus, you prophesied a great folly—
Electra
  1. Where Apollo is a fool, who are the wise?
Orestes
  1. You who declared I was to kill my mother, whom it is clearly wrong to kill.
Electra
  1. How can you be hurt by avenging your father?