Aganemnon, 1296 - 1321
Miserable miserable woman, but also wise.
You have spoken at length. But if you know
The truth about your death, why are you not
Afraid, like an ox drinen by a god
You tread so boldly to the altar?
KASSANDRA. Strangers, there's no way out and no more time.
CHORUS. But you would have the best of it, if you were last.
KASSANDRA. The day is here. I won't go far if I run.
CHORUS. You can endure, because you are courageous.
KASSANDRA. Happy people are
never called courageous.
CHORUS. To die and be famous is a gift for mortals.
KASSANDRA. No! father,no! You - and your children.
CHORUS. What do you want? What fear makes you turn away?
KASSANDRA. ( utters a guttural sound).
CHORUS. Why do you terch? What horror is in your mood.
KASSANDRA. The house is breathing murder, and drips blood.
CHORUS. How's this? Do you smell the sacriface at the hearth.
KASSANDRA. It stands out exactly like the smoke at the grave.
CHORUS. You're not speaking about a Syrian incense.
KASSANDRA. I'll go to the house and shriek about our fate,
Aganemnon's and mine. The life I've had
Will have to do. Oh strangers! I'm not a bird
In a shrub, I moan "oh me..." from fear. Remember
Me when I am dead. One woman dies
For another; another man falls for an ill-wedded man.
I am suppliant about the die.