Chorus
Requital for evils; the breezes of the house shift and blow. At another time my leader, my own, fell murdered in the bath,
and the roof and stone walls of the house cried aloud, while he said:
O cruelty! My wife, why are you murdering me on my return to my dear country in the tenth year? . . .
1150
Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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