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. Before you I prostrate myself, lord, and supplicate you in my foreign way.
Orestes
  1. We are not in Ilium, but the land of Argos.
Phrygian
  1. Everywhere, the wise find life sweeter than death.
Orestes
  1. I suppose that shouting of yours was not for Menelaus to come to the rescue?
Phrygian
  1. Oh no! it was to help you I called out, for you are more deserving.
Orestes
  1. Did the daughter of Tyndareus die justly, then?
Phrygian
  1. Most justly, even if she had three throats to die with.
Orestes
  1. Your cowardice makes you glib; this is not what you really think.