Monologue

Old Man Monologue from Electra

From Electra by Euripides

male · anguished · 41 sec

My son, In thine adversity, there is not one Will call thee friend. Nay, that were treasure-trove, A friend to share, not faltering from love, Fair days and foul the same. Thy name is gone Forth to all Argos, as a thing o'erthrown And dead. Thou hast not left one spark to glow With hope in one friend's heart! Hear all, and know: Thou hast God's fortune and thine own right hand, Naught else, to conquer back thy fatherland.

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