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.
- Pylades, be the arbitrator of our slaughter and, when we both are dead, lay out our bodies decently; carry them to our father’s grave and bury us there with him. Farewell, now; I am leaving for the deed, as you see.
- Stop! there is first one point I have to blame you for,
- if you thought I would care to live when you are dead.
- But why are you called on to die with me?
- Do you ask? What is life to me without your companionship?
- You did not kill your mother, as I did to my sorrow.
- At least I helped you; and so I ought to suffer the same penalty.
- Surrender to your father, do not die with me. You still have a city, while I no longer have, and your father’s home, and a great refuge of wealth. You have failed to marry my poor sister, whom I betrothed to you from a deep regard for your companionship;