Orestes

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. Alas! I weep to see you stand before the tomb, my brother, face to face with the funeral pyre.
  2. Alas, again! as I take my last look at you, my senses leave me.
Orestes
  1. Be silent! an end to womanish lamenting! resign yourself to your fate. It is piteous, but nevertheless you must bear the present fate.
Electra
  1. How can I be silent, when we poor sufferers are no longer to gaze upon the sun-god’s light?
Orestes
  1. Oh! spare me that death! Enough that this unhappy wretch is already slain by Argives; let our present sufferings be.
Electra
  1. Alas for your unhappy youth, Orestes, and for your fated
  2. untimely death! When you should have lived, you are going to die.
Orestes
  1. By the gods, do not unman me, bringing me to tears by the recollection of my sorrows.