(Electra): "There is no one except myself who would cut it off."
(Chorus): "No, because those with a duty to offer hair in mourning are enemies."
(Electra): "See here, too! To look at it, this strand seems very like…"
(Chorus): "Whose hair? This is what I want to know."
(Electra): "…my own; it's very close, to look at it."
(Chorus): "You surely don't think this is a secret gift from Orestes?"
(Electra): "It's his hair which it resembles!" (172-176)
(Electra): "And I swear it wasn't she, the killer, who cut it off either – yes, my own mother, quite untrue to that name because of the godless thoughts she possesses towards her children. […] Oh! If only it had a voice and intelligence in it, like a messenger, so that I wasn't shaking with uncertainty, and it was quite clear whether to reject this lock of hair, with loathing, if it really has been cut from an enemy's head – or as a kinsman's it could share my sorrow, a glory for this tomb and an honour for my father!" (189-191, 195-200)
(Electra): "Oh! Brutal, you were brutal,
mother, so cruel with the funeral then,
cruel enough to bury the king
with his people not there, your husband
without mourning, with no lament!" (429-433)