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.
- This is the sixth day; her funeral pyre is still warm.
- How soon the goddesses arrived to avenge your mother’s blood!
- I am not clever, but I am by nature a true friend to my friends.
- Does your father give you any help at all, for your avenging him?
- Not yet; I call delay the equal of inaction.
- How do you stand in the city after that deed of yours?
- I am so hated that no one will speak to me.
- Have your hands not even been cleaned of blood, according to custom?