Category: Plays/Films/Dramas
_In the case of Aeschylus and Sophocles the numbering of lines agrees with that in the translations of Plumptre and in the original. In the plays from Euripides the numbering is that of the lines in the cheap translation (Routledge's Universal Library)._
_In the case of Aeschylus and Sophocles the numbering of lines agrees with that in the translations of Plumptre and in the original. In the plays from Euripides the numbering is...
2. Chapter 2_Foreman of Chorus_. Now we shall have a clearer message than that of the beacon-fires: all is well or . . . but I cannot put the other alternative. _The Herald_ (_arrived oppos...
3. Chapter 3_Orestes_, invoking the Conductor of the Dead, lays locks of hair and fragments of garments as offerings on his Father's tomb, cut off as he had been by exile from being present...
4. Chapter 4Seize him, {125} Seize, seize, yea, seize: look well to it. _Clytaem._ Thou, phantom-like, dost hunt thy prey and criest, Like hound that never rests from care of toil. What dos...
5. Chapter 5Enquiring of Chorus he finds he is arrived before the people he is seeking, and announces to Clytaemnestra that Orestes is dead. _Electra_ utters a wail of agony, while _Clyt._...
6. Chapter 6_Tut._ In vain; but this my soul could not support; {553} For to his tomb as on the way I came, I turned aside, and falling on the ground, Alone and unobserved, indulg'd my tear...
7. Chapter 7_1st Semichorus._ What a silence encloses the Palace! What a hush in the house of Admetus! _2nd Semichorus._ Not a soul is at hand of the household To answer our friendly enquir...
8. Chapter 8_The Central Gates open and the Funeral Procession slowly files out and begins to fill the Stage_. Admetus beside the bier of Alcestis is calling on the Chorus (as representing...
9. Chapter 9_Herc._ I would speak freely to my friend, Admetus, Nor what I blame keep secret in my breast. I came to thee amidst thy ills, and thought I had been worthy to be proved thy fri...
10. Chapter 10_Dio._ O, ye Barbarian women. Thus prostrate in dismay; Upon the earth ye've fallen! See ye not as ye may, How Bacchus Pentheus' palace In wrath hath shaken down? Rise up! rise...
11. Chapter 11O Jove, who rulest the rolling of the earth, And o'er it hast thy throne, whoe'er thou art, The ruling mind, or the necessity Of nature, I adore thee: dark thy ways, And silent...