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.
- Nor did I betray you.
- Will you not hear these reproaches and rescue your children?
- With tears I pour you a libation.
- And I with laments.
- Cease, and let us set about our business. If prayers really do pierce the ground, he hears. O Zeus, god of my fathers, and holy Justice, give success to him and me and her; for there is one struggle for three friends, and one penalty,
- for all to live or—pay death’s account. Exeunt Orestes and Pylades.
- My dear friends of Mycenae, of foremost rank in Argos, the home of the Pelasgians.
- What are you saying to us, mistress?