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Mighty is the goddess; come then, and borrow from me thick-woven clothes to wear, and gold—as a favor to me—accessories to adornment. Do you think to rule over your enemies by tears, if you do not revere the gods?
190
Honoring the gods not by lamentation but by prayers, you will have good fortune, child.
195
Mighty is the goddess; come then, and borrow from me thick-woven clothes to wear, and gold—as a favor to me—accessories to adornment. Do you think to rule over your enemies by tears, if you do not revere the gods?
190
Honoring the gods not by lamentation but by prayers, you will have good fortune, child.
195
Electra
No god attends to the voice of the ill-fated one,
or to the slaying of my father long ago. Alas for the dead, and for the living vagabond, who dwells in another land somewhere,
200
miserably wandering to a slave’s hearth, yet born of that renowned father. I myself live in a poor man’s house, wasting my life away, an exile from my father’s house,
205
on the mountain crags. But my mother, with a new husband, makes her home in a bed stained by blood.
210
No god attends to the voice of the ill-fated one,
or to the slaying of my father long ago. Alas for the dead, and for the living vagabond, who dwells in another land somewhere,
200
miserably wandering to a slave’s hearth, yet born of that renowned father. I myself live in a poor man’s house, wasting my life away, an exile from my father’s house,
205
on the mountain crags. But my mother, with a new husband, makes her home in a bed stained by blood.
210
Electra. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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