Euripides' ORESTES Complete

Translated by E. Coleridge.

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Orestes: Take, oh! take me in thy arms, and from this sufferer's mouth
and eyes wipe off the flakes of foam.

Electra: Ah! 'tis a service I love; nor do I scorn with sister's hand
to tend a brother's limbs.

Orestes: Prop me up, thy side to mine; brush the matted hair from
off my face, for I see but dimly.

Electra: Ah, poor head! how squalid are thy locks become! How wild
thy look from remaining so long uncleansed!

Orestes: Lay me once more upon the couch; when my fit leaves me, I
am all unnerved, unstrung.

Electra: (as she lays him down) Welcome to the sick man is his couch,
for painful though it be to take thereto, yet is it necessary.

Orestes: Set me upright once again, turn me round; it is their helplessness
makes the sick so hard to please.

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