Euripides' ORESTES Complete

Translated by E. Coleridge.

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Electra: Hush! hush! good friend, I pray. Soft as the breath of slender
reedy pipe be thy every accent!

Chorus: Hark, how soft and low I drop my voice!

Electra: Yes, lower thy voice e'en thus; approach now, softly, softly!
Tell me what reason ye had for coming at all. 'Tis so long since he
laid him down to sleep.

Chorus: How is it with him? Impart thy news, dear lady. Is it weal
or woe I am to tell?

Electra: He is still alive, but his moans grow feeble.

Chorus: What sayest thou? (Turning to Orestes) Poor wretch!

Electra: Awake him from the deep sweet slumber he is now enjoying
and thou wilt cause his death.

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