Capitolo 36
CASSANDRA
Ay! that that seemed shame of old man is the shame anybody more.
CHOIR
So more excellent sense is not all right with slavery.
CASSANDRA
He strove him to win me, while panting for my love.
CHOIR
Done come to ye by pact to the joys of wedding?
CASSANDRA
No--for me I hocked troth, then it put in relief the god.
CHOIR
Wert you it already assigned a dowry with divination?
CASSANDRA
Yea--prophetess to Troy of all of his/her decree.
CHOIR
How left thee then the anger of unharmed Apollo?
CASSANDRA
Me, false to him, prophet seemed false to everybody.
CHOIR
Not so--to us words of thy seem at least sooth.
CASSANDRA
The pain for me, the pain! Again the agony--
Fears pain that he/she sees too well the future everybody
With whirlwinds of horrible preludes and frameworks my soul.
Sees ye--that on the roof of building
His/her spectre-children that sit--glance, such things
As you dream they are done on, the ghosts as of children,
Horrible shades that a relative's hand
Hath marked with murder, and their arm they are full--
A sorry load--sees, they contain them to them on,
The entrailses on which fed them father!
For this, for this self I say there revenge of plots
A lion of coward, abandoning himself/herself/itself in the burrow--
Protecting the gate against the foot of my master--
My master--mine--I now bear the joke of the slave,
And him, the gentleman of ships that you/they trod down Troy,
He/she doesn't know the disloyalty that gives birth of language
Of this thing false and dog-as--as his/her discourse
Glozes and it smooths his/her purpose, you cultivate her the victory
From the favour of sick fate the desired opportunity,
Moving himself/herself/itself likes he/she Ate to a secret end.
Soul of aweless of Or! the woman kills his/her gentleman--
Donna? what a disgusting monster of the earth
Is appropriate comparison? The double snake--
Or Scylla, where she indulges, the sailor's bad luck,
Does encircle round around with stones? of the witch of hell,
A curse of truceless rambling on his/her log?