Electra Morality and Ethics Quotes

THE CHORUS
O sad Electra, child
Of a lost mother, why still flow
Unceasingly with lamentation wild (121-125)

THE CHORUS
Doth not thy sense enlighten thee to see
How recklessly
Even now thou winnest undeservèd woe?
Still art thou found
To make thy misery overflow
Through self-bred gloomy strife. (215-19)

ELECTRA
She watches for the hour wherein with guile
She killed our sire, and orders dance and mirth
That day o' the month (277-280)