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. Grief especially has ruined me—
Menelaus
  1. Yes, she is a dreadful goddess, yet are there cures for her.
Orestes
  1. And fits of madness, the vengeance of a mother’s blood.
Menelaus
  1. When did your madness begin? Which day was it?
Orestes
  1. On the day I was heaping the mound over my poor mother’s grave.
Menelaus
  1. When you were in the house, or watching by the pyre?
Orestes
  1. As I was waiting by night to gather up her bones.
Menelaus
  1. Was any one else there, to help you rise?