Euripides' ORESTES Complete

Translated by E. Coleridge.

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Electra: O Night, majestic queen, giver of sleep to toiling men, rise
from the abyss of Erebus and wing thy way to the palace of Agamemnon!
For beneath our load of misery and woe we sink, aye, sink oppressed.

There! (To the Chorus) that noise again! Be still and keep that
high-pitched voice of thine away from his couch; suffer him to enjoy
his sleep in peace!

Chorus: Tell me, what end awaits his troubles?

Electra: Death, death; what else? for he does not even miss his food.

Chorus: Why, then his doom is full in view.

Electra: Phoebus marked us out as his victims by imposing a foul unnatural
task, even the shedding of the blood of our mother, who slew our sire.

Chorus: 'Twas just, but 'twas not well.

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