So far I've only read Medea, the 431 BC Euripides play about hell hathing no fury like a woman scorned. (Did you know that quote's not from Shakespeare? I guess I just dimly assumed it must be. It's from The Mourning Bride (1697) by someone named William Congreve. Same play opens with "Music has charms to soothe a savage breast" - not beast.)
Anyway, Medea's cool. Euripides was younger than Sophocles, and controversial; in Medea he upends the Jason myth, casting Jason as a philandering, prevaricating dickwad and Medea as a hell of a lot of fury. I've only read a couple of Euripides, but they're dope. Tight little packages.