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. This champion of his father, betrayed by you to death.
Menelaus
  1. Are you not content with the present stain of your mother’s blood?
Orestes
  1. I would not grow tired if I had these wicked women to slay for ever.
Menelaus
  1. Are you too, Pylades, a partner in this bloody work?
Orestes
  1. His silence says he is; let it suffice for me to say it.
Menelaus
  1. You’ll say it to your cost, unless you fly away!
Orestes
  1. We will not try to escape; we will set fire to the palace.
Menelaus
  1. What! will you destroy the home of your ancestors?