Take no weapons. No shield. No army. Go alone—a hand in the night. Snare them. Slaughter them. You have the right.

Oh my friends, In times like these, Self-control has no meaning. Rules of reverence do not apply. Evil is a pressure that shapes us to itself.

And yet, It is true, Justice is not on my side. Your choice is the right one. On the other hand, If I want to live a free woman, There are masters who must be obeyed.

Then she saw him take hold of his scepter And stick it in the hearth—His old scepter from the old days, That Aegisthus carries now. And from the scepter sprang a branch In full climbing leaf Which cast a shadow over the whole land of Mycenae.

Father, father, father! Your perpetual excuse—Your father got his death from me. From me! That's right! I make no denial. It was Justice who took him, not I alone. And you should have helped if you had any conscience. For this father of yours, This one you bewail, This unique Greek, Had the heart to sacrifice your own sister to the gods.