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athes the voice of wail.
CASSANDRA
Apollo, Apollo! God of all ways, but only Death's to me, Once and again, O thou, Destroyer named, Thou hast destroyed me, thou, my love of old!
CHORUS
She grows presageful of her woes to come, Slave tho' she be, instinct with prophecy.
CASSANDRA
Apollo, Apollo! God of all ways, but only Death's to me, O thou Apollo, thou Destroyer named! What way hast led me, to what evil home?
CHORUS
Know'st thou it not? The home of Atreus' race: Take these my words for sooth and ask no more.
CASSANDRA
Home cursed of God! Bear witness unto me, Ye visioned woes within-- The blood-stained hands of them that smite their kin-- The strangling noose, and, spattered o'er With human blood, the reeking floor!
CHORUS
How like a sleuth-hound questing on the track, Keen-scented unto blood and death she hies!
CASSANDRA
Ah! can the ghostly guidance fail, Whereby my prophet-soul is onwards led? Look! for their flesh the spectre-children wail, Their sodden limbs on which their father fed!
CHORUS
Long since we knew of thy prophetic fame,-- But for those deeds we seek no prophet's tongue.
CASSANDRA
God! 'tis another crime-- Worse than the storied woe of olden time, Cureless abhorred, that one is plotting here-- A shaming death, for those that should be dear! Alas! and far away, in foreign land, He that should help doth stand!
CHORUS
I knew th' old tales, the city rings withal-- But now thy speech is dark, beyond my ken.
CASSANDRA
O wretch, O purpose fell! Thou for thy wedded lord The cleansing wave hast poured-- A treacherous welcome! How the sequel tell? Too soon 'twill come, too soon, for now, even now, She smites him, blow on blow!
CHORUS
Riddles beyond my rede--I peer in vain Thro' the dim films that screen the prophecy.
CASSANDRA
God! a new sight! a net, a snare of hell, Set by her hand--herself a snare