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. for they both honored me no less than the Dioscuri.
  2. Ah me! my wretched heart and soul, it was a sorry return I made them! What darkness can I find for my face? What cloud can I spread before me in my efforts to escape the old man’s eye?
Tyndareus
  1. Where, where may I see Menelaus, my daughter’s husband? For as I was pouring libations on Clytemnestra’s grave I heard that he had come to Nauplia with his wife, safe home again after many years. Lead me to him; for I want to approach him
  2. and clasp his hand, as a friend whom at last I see again.
Menelaus
  1. Hail, old man, rival of Zeus for a bride!
Tyndareus
  1. All hail to you, Menelaus, my kinsman!
  2. Catching sight of Orestes. Ah! What an evil it is to be ignorant of the future! There is that matricide before the house, a viper darting venomous flashes from his eyes, whom I loathe.
  3. Menelaus, are you speaking to that godless wretch?