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.
- how much less we were in battle strength to the Hellene might. There was one man gone in flight, another slain, another wounded, yet another pleading to stave off death; but we escaped under cover of the darkness; while some were falling, some were about to fall, and others were lying dead.
- And just as her unhappy mother sank to the ground to die, the luckless Hermione came in. Those two, like Bacchantes when they drop the thyrsus for a mountain cub, rushed and seized her; then turned again to the daughter of Zeus to slay her; but she had vanished from the room,
- passing right through the house, O Zeus and Earth and light and night! whether by magic spells or wizards’ arts or heavenly theft.
- What happened afterwards I do not know; for I stole out of the palace, a runaway.
- So Menelaus endured his painful, painful suffering to recover his wife Helen from Troy to no purpose.
- And look, here is a strange sight succeeding others; for I see Orestes sword in hand before the palace,
- advancing with excited steps.
- Where is the one who fled from the palace to escape my sword?