When the folks of Argos heard their King screaming his life out in the palace, they still kept their silence, but they rolled their eyes in a sort of ecstasy, and the whole town was like a woman in heat. (1.1.40)
Does Aegisthus feel contrition?
Aegisthus? I'd be much surprised. But what matter? A whole city's repenting on his account. (1.1.63-4)
You hate me, my child, but what disturbs me more is your likeness to me, as I was once. I used to have those clean-cut features, that fever in the blood, those smoldering eyes – and nothing good came of them. (1.1.180)