Capitolo 32
In foam and blood its anger is noisily chewed street.
Sees ye to her; unqueenly 'tis for me,
Unnoticed so to throw away my words.
[_Exit Clytemnestra._
CHOIR
But with me pity sits in the place of anger.
Poor young girl, you come from the car; no way
There is but this--takes on the servitude of thy.
CASSANDRA
The pain, pain alas! Earth, Mother's Earth! and you
Apollo, Apollo!
CHOIR
Peace! you don't shout to the bright prophetic god,
Who won't bear the suppliance of the pain.
CASSANDRA
The pain, pain alas! Earth, Mother's Earth! and you
Apollo, Apollo!
CHOIR
Listening, with wild curse she calls again on him,
Who is standing far street and he/she abhors the voice of moan.
CASSANDRA
Apollo, Apollo!
God of all the ways, but only Death is to me,
Once and again, Or you, Destroyer called,
You hasts destroyed me, you, my love of old man!
CHOIR
You start presageful of his/her pains to come,
The slave's Tho' she is, instinct with prophecy.
CASSANDRA
Apollo, Apollo!
God of all the ways, but only Death is to me,
Or you Apollo, you Destroyer called!
What hast of way did you/they conduct me, to that bad house?
CHOIR
Know'st you it not? The house of the run of Atreus:
Takes these my words for sooth and he/she asks to any more.
CASSANDRA
House cursed of God! You bear witness to me,
Ye saw the pains among--
The blood-stained hands of theirs that hit their log--
The slipknot of strangulation, and, squirted o'er
With human blood, the floor that exhales!
CHOIR
As as a hunting bloodhound-dog that it looks for on the footstep,
Acute-perfumed to blood and death she hastens!
CASSANDRA
Ah! you can the error of ghostly guide,
Is my prophet-soul conducted onwards from what?
Look! for their meat his/her spectre-children groan,
Their soaked edges on which fed them father!
CHOIR
You crave from when we knew about thy the prophetic fame,--
But for that actions we look for the language of any prophet.
CASSANDRA
God! 'tis another crime--
Worse that the pain of storied of ancient time,
Incurable he/she abhorred, that is drawing here--