[ID: several translations of a conversation between Pylades and Orestes in Euripidesā play āOrestesā. They read as follows:
Iāll take care of you.
Itās rotten work.
Not to me. Not if itās you.
Nay, thy weakness I will tend.
Loathly task to touch the sick!
Ah, not to me for thee, O friend.
Iāll look after you if that happens.
It would be horrible for you, my friend.
No, not for me it wonāt be.
But Iāll take care of you.
Itās unpleasant looking after someone sick.
Not to me. Not when Iām looking after you.
But I will take care of you.
It is annoying to have to touch a sick man.
Not to me, when it is you.
But I will take care of thee.
It is a difficult and dangerous task to touch a man thus disordered.
Not for me to touch thee.
But Iāll be right beside you.
Itās difficult, touching a sick man.
Not for me, with you.
My care shall watch around thee.
To attend a man thus disordered, to guard, to hold him, is an unpleasing office.
But for thee delightful to my love.
But Iāll be looking after you.
Itās unpleasant to be in contact with a sick man.
Not with you, for me.
Have no fear. You are in my hands.
Madmen are hard to handle.
I will manage.
Then Iāll look after you.
When my sickness comes, to touch me is revolting.
Not to me.
On my fostering care rely.
Loathsome it is to handle the diseasād.
Not so to me, while you I tend.
Iāll see to you.
Itās horrible.
Iāll do it.
Well, I will take care of you.
It is disgusting to touch a sick man.
Not for me to touch you.
Iāll look after you.
Getting close during an attack can be dangerous.
Not for me, when itās you.
The last image shows the original lines in Ancient Greek. /End ID]
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