Capitolo 31
The truth, from the entangled skein of fear; and, craving to proclaim
His/her thought, my soul is prophecy and flame.
_Re-enter_ CLYTEMNESTRA
Also find thee among you, Cassandra, go!
For Zeus to thee in attractive concessions of mercy
To divide the spray of the bowl of lustral,
Close to the altar of his/her defense,
You work as a slave among many slaves. Thing, haughty still?
Leftovers from the car; The child of Alcmena, 'tises said,
Perforce was sold and it annoyed the joke of old man.
Ay, hard it is, but, if such fate happens,
'Tis an equitable opportunity to serve inside a house
Of ancient wealth and the power. A gentleman come by the mess-tin,
To whom the crop of wealth came over its hope,
It is as a lion to his/her slaves, in everybody
Exceeding fierce, immoderate in hesitation.
You pass in: you the hearest what you/they will be our ways.
CHOIR
Clear to thee, the houseservant of Or, it is his/her command,
But you--inside the toils of the Fate you the art--
If such thies want, I exhort thee to respect;
Still me the misdoubt you the dost neither it feels neither it keeps in mind of.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Me the wot--unless as swallows her use of doth
Some strange barbarian touch with the oversea language--
My words have to talk persuasion to its soul.
CHOIR
Respects: there is no way kinder than this.
Leftovers from the tall place of the car and follows her/it.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Truce to this bootless that waits here without!
I won't be: close to the central shrine
The victims are standing, prepared for knife and fire--
Offered by hearts over every hope done happy.
You--if you reckest aught of my command,
'Twere done soon well: but if sense of thy were closed
From these my words, leave hand of barbarian of thy
Carries out from gesture the quarantine of discourse.
CHOIR
Any native is her, so to read words of thy
From itself: as of the wild thing of the wood,
New-trapped, see! she tightens him and it flashes on thee.
CLYTEMNESTRA
'The madness of Tis and the rule of mind upset,
From when she saw his/her urban sink in fire,
And of here it comes, neither brooks the bit, up to that