Thou-of a town of stranger-speech and styleDost truly speak as present here the while. CASSANDRA. Prophet Apollo for this end and purpose Hath set me up. CHORUS. Apollo! prithee, what Was he-and a God too-smitten with desire Of thee? CASSANDRA. Nay, heretofore I had been abashed To tell this tale. CHORUS. For then thou wast at ease: And every one that well and happy is Must needs wax delicate. CASSANDRA. Well, once he was A mighty wrestler for my love, and breathed CHORUS. Did ye come To wedlock and its way according to The custom among men? CASSANDRA. I said him "Yea," And having said, I did deceive the God-208 Loxias Apollo. CHORUS. Now well fitted with The art of Divination--? CASSANDRA. And foretelling Their many miseries that should come on them Unto the townsmen. CHORUS. Prithee how wast thou Left scatheless by the wrath of Loxias? CASSANDRA. How! I could none persuade in any thing: CHORUS. Yet to us Thou seemest to divine trustworthily. CASSANDRA. [Again becoming frenzied, speaks impassionedly.] Aha! aha! my sorrows! woe! woe! woe! Hath with her tongue been telling, and, with smile -The shameless hound!-that, like a Curse, will lurk, And work with fortune foul her evil work: He knows it not, nor what her soul dares plan: A woman is the murderer of a man! Woman! nay, nay-what fouler name, I ween, The shipman's bane, the wild weird dam of hell. Or not-for why?-what will be, will-and thou CHORUS. Thyestes' supper, off his children's flesh, CASSANDRA. I say that thou shalt look upon the death CHORUS. Hush thee, hapless one! And tune thy tongue to good words. CASSANDRA. Tell me not Of good words-there is standing by to cheer My speech no Healer.213 * Man's hand indeed-I have said nothing about a man. You miss the meaning of my oracular expressions because you will keep looking awry and not straight at them. You look aside and away from them, and out of the corners of your eyes, and then complain of not seeing them. CHORUS. Mayhap: Pythian decretals are, I know, Greek-tongued, CASSANDRA. Woe woe is me !-this Fire, how fierce its glow! 215 My death to compass.--But why these things wear- [She here seizes, rends, and casts down some one particular fillet-wreath, staff, or portion of her vesture.] Hence! hence !_217 [Tearing and trampling on it.] Bear on!-I'll follow to the end. Away! go seek ye now some other maid, Of friends and foes-a jest that costs them dear.219 E |