I wish you joy. To spend life's fleeting days mid joy that never meets an evil hour is to be blessed beyond compare.

Yes, blood for blood, his bitter loan came due. He paid with death.

Again, again your mind has changed course with the wind. For you think now of godly things ignored when you worked dreadful deeds on your brother against his will.

Apollo, your voice hymned a justice I could not see clear, but all too clear the anguish you caused, the bloodhaunted, homeless future you've doled out.

ORESTES: Never shall I see you again.ELECTRA: Nor I see myself in your eyes.ORESTES: This, the last time I'll talk with you ever.ELECTRA: O my homeland, goodbye. Goodbye to you, women of home.ORESTES: Most loyal of sisters, do you leave now?ELECTRA: I leave with tears blurring all that I see.

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

What greater sorrow than being forced to leave behind my native earth?

Apollo, Apollo—but he is my lord. I will keep silence. He is wise forever, though his oracle spoke brutal words. We are bound to acquiesce. And you must do now as Fate and Zeus ordain.

You gave birth to your own death.