Now is no time to delay. This is the edge of action.

You are a woman marked for sorrow.

There is a kind of excellence in me and you—born in us—and it cannot live in shame.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

But when a god sends harm, no man can sidestep it, no matter how strong he may be.

You're dreaming, girl, lost in a moving dream.

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your sufferingELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

Here he comes like a stealing shadow, like a footprint of death into the rooms, stalking the past with freshcut blood in his hands.

All my love gone for nothing. Days of my love, years of my love.