At first, indeed, shame was to me to say this.CHOROS.For, more relaxed grows everyone who fares well.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.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 labourWhirls 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 —Entrails and vitals both, most piteous burthen,Plain they are holding! — which their father tasted!For this, I say, plans punishment a certainLion ignoble, on the bed that wallows,House-guard (ah, me!) to the returning master— 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-dogSpeaking, outspreading, shiny-souled, in fashionOf Até hid, will reach to, by ill fortune!Such things she dares — the female, the male’s slayer!She is . . . how calling her the hateful bite-beastMay I hit the mark? Some amphisbaina, — Skulla