Electra Quotes

THE CHORUS May great Olympus' Lord Return of evil still afford, Nor let them wear the gloss of sovran ease! (209-212)

THE OLD SLAVE Dark night Is vanished with her stars, and day's bright orb Hath waked the birds of morn into full song. (17-20)

THE CHORUS O sad Electra, child Of a lost mother, why still flow Unceasingly with lamentation wild (121-125)

ORESTES while we, As Phoebus ordered, with luxuriant locks Shorn from our brows, and fair libations, crown My father's sepulcher (50-3)

THE OLD SLAVE whence my hand, Thy murdered sire then lying in his gore, Received thee from thy sister, and removed Where I have kept thee safe and nourished thee To this bright manhood (11-14)

THE OLD SLAVE 'Tis no time for shy delay: The very moment for your act is come. (23)

THE OLD SLAVE For we reach the bourn Of far renowned Mycenae, rich in gold And Pelops' fatal roofs before us rise (9-10)

ORESTES How should this pain me, in pretence being dead, Really to save myself and win renown? (58-60)