Epeisodion 5
KASSANDRA.
Well then, the oracle from veils no longer
Shall be outlooking, like a bride new-married:
But bright it seems, against the sun’s uprisings
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Breathing, to penetrate thee: so as, wave-like,
To wash against the rays a woe much greater
Than this. I will no longer teach by riddles.
And witness, running with me, that of evils
Done long ago, I nosing track the footstep!
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For, this same roof here — never quits a Choros
One-voiced, not well-tuned since no well it utters:
And truly having drunk, to get more courage,
Man’s blood — the Komos keeps within the household
— Hard to be sent outside — of sister Furies:
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They hymn their hymn — within the house close sitting —
The first beginning curse: in turn spit forth at
The Brother’s bed, to him who spurned it hostile.
Have I missed aught, or hit I like a bowman?
False prophet am I, — knock at doors, a babbler?
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Henceforward witness, swearing now, I know not
By other’s word the old sins of this household!
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
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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.
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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.
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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
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Whirls me, distracting with prelusive last-lays!
Behold ye those there, in the household seated, —
Young ones, — of dreams approaching to the figures?
Children, as if they died by their beloveds —
Hands they have filled with flesh, the meal domestic —
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Entrails and vitals both, most piteous burthen,
Plain they are holding! — which their father tasted!
For this, I say, plans punishment a certain
Lion ignoble, on the bed that wallows,
House-guard (ah, me!) to the returning master
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— Mine, since to bear the slavish yoke behoves me!
The ship’s commander, Ilion’s desolator,
Knows not what things the tongue of the lewd she-dog
Speaking, outspreading, shiny-souled, in fashion
Of Até hid, will reach to, by ill fortune!
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Such things she dares — the female, the male’s slayer!
She is . . . how calling her the hateful bite-beast
May I hit the mark? Some amphisbaina, — Skulla
Housing in rocks, of mariners the mischief,
Revelling Haides’ mother, — curse, no truce with,
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Breathing at friends! How piously she shouted,
The all-courageous, as at turn of battle!
She seems to joy at the back-bringing safety!
Of this, too, if I nought persuade, all’s one! Why?
What is to be will come. And soon thou, present,
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True prophet all too much wilt pitying style me.
CHOROS.
Thuestes’ feast, indeed, on flesh of children,
I went with, and I shuddered. Fear too holds me
Listing what’s true as life, nowise out-imaged.
KASSANDRA.
I say, thou Agamemnon’s fate shalt look on.
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CHOROS.
Speak good words, O unhappy! Set mouth sleeping!
KASSANDRA.
But Paian stands in no stead to the speech here.
CHOROS.
Nay, if the thing be near: but never be it!
KASSANDRA.
Thou, indeed, prayest: they to kill are busy.
CHOROS.
Of what man is it ministered, this sorrow?
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KASSANDRA.
There again, wide thou look’st of my foretellings.
CHOROS.
For, the fulfiller’s scheme I have not gone with.
KASSANDRA.
And yet too well I know the speech Hellenic.
CHOROS.
For Puthian oracles, thy speech, and hard too.
KASSANDRA
Papai: what fire this! and it comes upon me!
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Ototoi, Lukeion Apollon, ah me — me!
She, the two-footed lioness that sleeps with
The wolf, in absence of the generous lion,
Kills me the unhappy one: and as a poison
Brewing, to put my price too in the anger,
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She vows, against her mate this weapon whetting
To pay him back the bringing me, with slaughter.
Why keep I then these things to make me laughed at,
Both wands and, round my neck, oracular fillets?
Thee, at least, ere my own fate will I ruin:
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Go, to perdition falling! Boons exchange we —
Some other Até in my stead make wealthy!
See there — himself, Apollon stripping from me
The oracular garment! having looked upon me
— Even in these adornments, laughed by friends at,
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As good as foes, i’ the balance weighed: and vainly —
For, called crazed stroller, — as I had been gipsy,
Beggar, unhappy, starved to death, — I bore it.
And now the Prophet — prophet me undoing,
Has led away to these so deadly fortunes!
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Instead of my sire’s altar, waits the hack-block
She struck with first warm bloody sacrificing!
Yet nowise unavenged of gods will death be:
For there shall come another, our avenger,
The mother-slaying scion, father’s doomsman:
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Fugitive, wanderer, from this land an exile,
Back shall he come, — for friends, copestone these curses!
For there is sworn a great oath from the gods that
Him shall bring hither his fallen sire’s prostration.
Why make I then, like an indweller, moaning?
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Since at the first I foresaw Ilion’s city
Suffering as it has suffered: and who took it,
Thus by the judgment of the gods are faring.
I go, will suffer, will submit to dying!
But, Haides’ gates — these same I call, I speak to,
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And pray that on an opportune blow chancing,
Without a struggle, — blood the calm death bringing
In easy outflow, — I this eye may close up!
CHOROS.
O much unhappy, but, again, much learned
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Woman, long hast thou outstretched! But if truly
Thou knowest thine own fate, how comes that, like to
A god-led steer, to altar bold thou treadest?
KASSANDRA.
There’s no avoidance, — strangers, no some time more!
CHOROS.
He last is, anyhow, by time advantaged.
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KASSANDRA.
It comes, the day: I shall by flight gain little.
CHOROS.
But know thou patient art from thy brave spirit!
KASSANDRA.
Such things hears no one of the happy-fortuned.
CHOROS.
But gloriously to die — for man is grace, sure.
KASSANDRA.
Ah, sire, for thee and for thy noble children!
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CHOROS.
But what thing is it? What fear turns thee backwards?
CHOROS.
Why this Alas! if ’t is no spirit’s loathing?
KASSANDRA.
Slaughter blood-dripping does the household smell of!
CHOROS.
How else? This scent is of hearth-sacrifices.
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KASSANDRA.
Such kind of steam as from a tomb is proper!
CHOROS.
No Surian honour to the House thou speak’st of!
KASSANDRA.
But I will go, — even in the household wailing
My fate and Agamemnon’s. Life suffice me!
I cry not ah — as bird at bush — through terror
Idly! to me, the dead this much bear witness:
When, for me — woman, there shall die a woman,
And, for a man ill-wived, a man shall perish!
This hospitality I ask as dying.
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CHOROS.
O sufferer, thee — thy foretold fate I pity.
KASSANDRA.
Yet once for all, to speak a speech, I fain am:
No dirge, mine for myself! The sun I pray to,
Fronting his last light! — to my own avengers —
That from my hateful slayers they exact too
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Pay for the dead slave — easy-managed hand’s work!
CHOROS.
Alas for mortal matters! Happy-fortuned, —
Why, any shade would turn them: if unhappy,
By throws the wetting sponge has spoiled the picture!
And more by much in mortals this I pity.
Insatiate a desire of this
Born with all mortals is,
Well-being forces off, aroints
From roofs whereat a finger points,
No more come in! exclaiming. This man, too,
To take the city of Priamos did the celestials give,
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And, honoured by the god, he homeward comes;
But now if, of the former, he shall pay
The blood back, and, for those who ceased to live,
Dying, for deaths in turn new punishment he dooms—
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Who, being mortal, would not pray
Daimon to have been born — who would not, hearing thus?
AGAMEMNON.
Ah me! I am struck — a right-aimed stroke within me!
CHOROS.
Silence! Who is it shouts stroke — right-aimedly a
wounded one?
AGAMEMNON.
Ah me! indeed again, — a second, struck by!
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CHOROS.
This work seems to me completed by this Ah me of the king’s;
But we somehow may together share in solid counsellings.
CHOROS 1.
I, in the first place, my opinion tell you:
— To cite the townsmen, by help-cry, to house here.
CHOROS 2.
To me, it seems we ought to fall upon them
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At quickest — prove the fact by sword fresh-flowing!
CHOROS 3.
And I, of such opinion the partaker,
Vote — to do something: not to wait — the main point!
CHOROS 4.
’T is plain to see: for they prelude as though of
A tyranny the signs they gave the city.
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CHOROS 5.
For we waste time; while they, — this waiting’s glory
Treading to ground, — allow the hand no slumber.
CHOROS 6.
I know not — chancing on some plan — to tell it:
’T is for the doer to plan of the deed also.
CHOROS 7.
And I am such another: since I’m schemeless
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How to raise up again by words — a dead man!
CHOROS 8.
What, and, protracting life, shall we give way thus
To the disgracers of our home, these rulers?
CHOROS 9.
Why, ’t is unbearable: but to die is better:
For death than tyranny is the riper finish!
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CHOROS 10.
What, by the testifying Ah me of him,
Shall we prognosticate the man as perished?
CHOROS 11.
We must quite know ere speak these things concerning:
For to conjecture and quite know are two things.
CHOROS 12.
This same to praise I from all sides abound in —
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Clearly to know — Atreides, what he’s doing!
KLUTAIMNESTRA.
Much having been before to purpose spoken,
The opposite to say I shall not shamed be:
For how should one, to enemies, — in semblance,
Friends, — enmity proposing, — sorrow’s net-frame
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Enclose, a height superior to outleaping?
To me, indeed, this struggle of old — not mindless
Of an old victory — came: with time, I grant you!
I stand where I have struck, things once accomplished:
And so have done, — and this deny I shall not, —
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As that his fate was nor to fly nor ward off.
A wrap-round with no outlet, as for fishes,
I fence about him — the rich woe of the garment:
I strike him twice, and in a double Ah-me!
He let his limbs go — there! And to him, fallen,
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The third blow add I, giving — of Below-ground
Zeus, guardian of the dead — the votive favour.
Thus in the mind of him he rages, falling,
And blowing forth a brisk blood-spatter, strikes me
With the dark drop of slaughterous dew — rejoicing
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No less than, at the god-given dewy-comfort,
The sown-stuff in its birth-throes from the calyx.
Since so these things are, — Argives, my revered here, —
Ye may rejoice — if ye rejoice: but I — boast!
If it were fit on corpse to pour libation,
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That would be right — right over and above, too!
The cup of evils in the house he, having
Filled with such curses, himself coming drinks of.
CHOROS.
We wonder at thy tongue: since bold-mouthed truly
Is she who in such speech boasts o’er her husband I
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KLUTAIMNESTRA.
Ye test me as I were a witless woman:
But I — with heart intrepid — to you knowers
Say (and thou — if thou wilt or praise or blame me,
Comes to the same) — this man is Agamemnon,
My husband, dead, the work of the right hand here,
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Ay, of a just artificer: so things are.