(Electra): "You tell of my father's dying; but they kept me away
in dishonour, worth no regard,
fenced off inside like a dangerous dog,
tears rising readier than laughter,
so many poured out in my hidden lament.
Such things, now you hear [them, you must write] in your mind." (444-450)
(Chorus): "Yes, write them! Help the story
pierce through his ears, to his mind's quiet depth.
All that is as it is; the rest
he is eager to learn for himself.
The fight needs unbending resolve!" (451-455)
(Nurse): "My other troubles wrung me dry though I was steadfast; but my dear Orestes, who wore away my being, whom I nurtured once I received him from his mother, and [a line missing] his shrill commands which had me wandering in the night, frequent and wearisome, without benefit to myself – I put up with them. A thing which cannot reason must be nurtured just like an animal, of course with due attention; a child still in its swaddling cannot say at all whether hunger or thirst or its bladder affects it; and children's young stomachs are a law to themselves. Although I tried to divine these things in advance, as laundress of the child's swaddling, I was I think frequently mistaken; so launderer and nurse had to do one duty. Those were my hands' two occupations in bringing up Orestes for his father; now he is dead, and I have the misery of learning it!" (752-763)