Electra Betrayal Quotes

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
Thou, too, paternal hearth! To thee I come,
Justly to cleanse thee by behest from heaven. (69-70)

ELECTRA
While I behold the sky,
Glancing with myriad fires, or this fair day.
But, like some brood-bereavèd nightingale (105-8)