'Twas she that bare
My body into life. She gave me suck.
How can I strike her?
ELECTRA.
Strike her as she struck
Our father!
ORESTES (to himself, brooding).
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto darkness?
ELECTRA.
If thy God be blind,
Shalt thou have light?
ORESTES (as before).
Thou, thou, didst bid me kill
My mother: which is sin.