Monologue

Orestes Monologue from Iphigenia in Tauris

From Iphigenia in Tauris by Euripides

male · anguished · 53 sec

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Why weepest thou, woman, to make worse the smart Of that which needs must be, whoe'er thou art? I count it not for gentleness, when one Who means to slay, seeks first to make undone By pity that sharp dread. Nor praise I him, With hope long dead, who sheddeth tears to dim The pain that grips him close. The evil so Is doubled into twain. He doth but show His feeble heart, and, as he must have died, Dies.--Let ill fortune float upon her tide And weep no more for us. What way this land Worships its god we know and understand.

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Orestes reflects on the futility of grief and the inevitability of fate, expressing frustration towards those who show pity while confronting their own mortality.

20s · despair · fate · death · suffering · power

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