Chorus
(to Orestes.) I raise a lament for you; the drops from the holy water,
mingled with blood, will soon take you into their care.
645
Orestes
This is not a case for pity, but farewell, strangers.
Chorus
(to Pylades.) We honor you, young man, for your happy fate, because you will tread on your native land some day.
Pylades
An unenviable fate indeed for a friend, when his friend is to die.
650
Chorus
O cruel mission!
Ah, ah! You are destroyed! Alas, alas! Which is better?
For still my mind disputes a double argument, shall I mourn for you or rather for you.
655
Iphigenia in Tauris. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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