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What seemed good was not good,
to cut a mother’s flesh with ruthless hand and show the sword stained black with blood to the sun’s bright beams;
to commit a noble crime is an impious, subtle, malignant madness!
820
The wretched daughter of Tyndareus in terror of death screamed to him:
My son, this is unholy, your bold attempt upon your mother’s life; do not, while honoring your father,
825
fasten on yourself an eternity of shame.
830
What seemed good was not good,
to cut a mother’s flesh with ruthless hand and show the sword stained black with blood to the sun’s bright beams;
to commit a noble crime is an impious, subtle, malignant madness!
820
The wretched daughter of Tyndareus in terror of death screamed to him:
My son, this is unholy, your bold attempt upon your mother’s life; do not, while honoring your father,
825
fasten on yourself an eternity of shame.
830
Orestes. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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