Epeisodion 5
CHOROS.
And how should oath, bond honourably binding,
Become thy cure? No less I wonder at thee
— That thou, beyond sea reared, a strange-tongued city
1200
Shouldst hit in speaking, just as if thou stood’st by!
KASSANDRA.
Prophet Apollon put me in this office.
CHOROS.
What, even though a god, with longing smitten?
KASSANDRA.
At first, indeed, shame was to me to say this.
CHOROS.
For, more relaxed grows everyone who fares well.
1205
KASSANDRA.
But he was athlete to me — huge grace breathing!
CHOROS.
Well, to the work of children, went ye law’s way?
KASSANDRA.
Having consented, I played false to Loxias.
CHOROS.
Already when the wits inspired possessed of?
KASSANDRA.
Already townsmen all their woes I foretold.
1210
CHOROS.
How wast thou then unhurt by Loxias’ anger?
KASSANDRA.
I no one aught persuaded, when I sinned thus.
CHOROS.
To us, at least, now sooth to say thou seemest.
KASSANDRA.
Halloo, halloo, ah, evils!
Again, straightforward foresight’s fearful labour
1215
Whirls me, distracting with prelusive last-lays!
Behold ye those there, in the household seated, —
