Everyone wears black? Ah, I see. You're in mourning for your murdered King.
Whisht! For God's sake, don't talk of that. (1.1.48-9)
Yes, you're quite old enough to have heard those huge cries that echoed and re-echoed for a whole morning in the city streets. What did you do about it?
What could I do, a woman alone? I bolted my door. (1.1.50-1)
Then these blood-smeared walls […] and all those half-human creatures beating their breasts in darkened rooms, and those shrieks […] – can it be that Zeus and his Olympians delight in these? (1.1.67)