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. Have no fear of these; for they are our friends who are here.
Pylades
  1. Let us kill Helen, a bitter grief to Menelaus.
Orestes
  1. How? I am ready, if there is any chance of success.
Pylades
  1. With our swords; she is hiding in your house.
Orestes
  1. Indeed she is; and already she is putting her seal on everything.
Pylades
  1. No longer, after she is married to Hades.
Orestes
  1. But how? She has her barbarian attendants.
Pylades
  1. Barbarians indeed! I am not the man to fear any Phrygian.