Electra

Sophocles

Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 6: The Electra. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1894.

  1. oh, yes, my life is so wondrously fine.
Chrysothemis
  1. It would be, if only you learned good sense.
Electra
  1. Do not teach me to betray my friends.
Chrysothemis
  1. I do not, but to bend before the strong.
Electra
  1. Keep your flattery to yourself; it is not in my character.
Chrysothemis
  1. Regardless, it brings no honor to fall through senselessness.
Electra
  1. I will fall, if need be, while honoring my father.
Chrysothemis
  1. But our father, I know, pardons me for this.
Electra
  1. It is for cowards to commend such sentiments.
Chrysothemis
  1. So you will not be persuaded to agree with me?
Electra
  1. No, indeed; may I not yet be so devoid of intelligence.
Chrysothemis
  1. Then I will move on to where I was sent.
Electra
  1. And where is it that you go? For whom do you take these offerings to be burned?
Chrysothemis
  1. Mother sends me with funeral libations for our father.
Electra
  1. What are you saying? For her deadliest enemy?
Chrysothemis
  1. Whom she herself killed, no doubt you wanted to say this as well.
Electra
  1. What friend persuaded her? Whose idea was it?
Chrysothemis
  1. The cause, I think, was fear induced by some vision in the night.
Electra
  1. My father’s Gods! Stand with me now at last!
Chrysothemis
  1. Do you find something heartening in this terror?