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AESCHYLUS
vv. 1251–1267.

Leader.

They? Say, what man this foul deed compasseth?


Cassandra.

Alas, thou art indeed fallen far astray!


Leader.

How could such deed be done? I see no way.


Cassandra.

Yet know I not the Greek tongue all too well?


Leader.

Greek are the Delphic dooms, but hard to spell.


Cassandra.

Ah! Ah! There!
What a strange fire! It moves . . . It comes at me.
O Wolf Apollo, mercy! O agony! . . .
Why lies she with a wolf, this lioness lone,
Two-handed, when the royal lion is gone?
God, she will kill me! Like to them that brew
Poison, I see her mingle for me too
A separate vial in her wrath, and swear,
Whetting her blade for him, that I must share
His death . . . because, because he hath dragged me here!
Oh, why these mockers at my throat? This gear
Of wreathèd bands, this staff of prophecy?
I mean to kill you first, before I die.
Begone!

[She tears off her prophetic habiliments; and presently throws them on the ground, and stamps on them.