Straight
into the snare!
Euripides - Electra
.
[_The body is borne into the hut_. PYLADES _goes with it_.
ORESTES (_looking along the road_).
Stay, 'tis a new thing! We have still a word
To speak. . .
ELECTRA.
What? Not a rescue from the town
Thou seest?
ORESTES.
'Tis my mother comes: my own
Mother, that bare me. [_He takes off his crown_.
ELECTRA (_springing, as it were, to life again, and moving where she can
see the road_).
Straight into the snare!
Aye, there she cometh,--Welcome in thy rare
Chariot! All welcome in thy brave array!
ORESTES.
What would we with our mother? Didst thou say
Kill her?
ELECTRA (_turning on him_).
What? Is it pity? Dost thou fear
To see thy mother's shape?
ORESTES.
'Twas she that bare
My body into life. She gave me suck.
How can I strike her?
ELECTRA.
Strike her as she struck
Our father!
[_The body is borne into the hut_. PYLADES _goes with it_.
ORESTES (_looking along the road_).
Stay, 'tis a new thing! We have still a word
To speak. . .
ELECTRA.
What? Not a rescue from the town
Thou seest?
ORESTES.
'Tis my mother comes: my own
Mother, that bare me. [_He takes off his crown_.
ELECTRA (_springing, as it were, to life again, and moving where she can
see the road_).
Straight into the snare!
Aye, there she cometh,--Welcome in thy rare
Chariot! All welcome in thy brave array!
ORESTES.
What would we with our mother? Didst thou say
Kill her?
ELECTRA (_turning on him_).
What? Is it pity? Dost thou fear
To see thy mother's shape?
ORESTES.
'Twas she that bare
My body into life. She gave me suck.
How can I strike her?
ELECTRA.
Strike her as she struck
Our father!
