Orestes
Ah, Phoebus! you proclaimed in song unclear justice, but you have brought about clear woes, and granted me a bloody destiny far from the land of
Hellas
. To what other city can I go?
1190
What host, what pious man will look at me, who killed my mother?
1195
Electra
Ah me! Where can I go, to what dance, to what marriage? What husband will receive me
into the bridal bed?
1200
Chorus
Again, again your thought changes with the breeze; for now you think piously, though you did not before, and you did dreadful things,
my dear, to your unwilling brother.
1205
Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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