Thou for thy wedded lord
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous welcome!
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous welcome!
Aeschylus
The home of Atreus' race:
Take these my words for sooth and ask no more.
CASSANDRA
Home cursed of God! Bear witness unto me,
Ye visioned woes within--
The blood-stained hands of them that smite their kin--
The strangling noose, and, spattered o'er
With human blood, the reeking floor!
CHORUS
How like a sleuth-hound questing on the track,
Keen-scented unto blood and death she hies!
CASSANDRA
Ah! can the ghostly guidance fail,
Whereby my prophet-soul is onwards led?
Look! for their flesh the spectre-children wail,
Their sodden limbs on which their father fed!
CHORUS
Long since we knew of thy prophetic fame,--
But for those deeds we seek no prophet's tongue.
CASSANDRA
God! 'tis another crime--
Worse than the storied woe of olden time,
Cureless abhorred, that one is plotting here--
A shaming death, for those that should be dear!
Alas! and far away, in foreign land,
He that should help doth stand!
CHORUS
I knew th' old tales, the city rings withal--
But now thy speech is dark, beyond my ken.
CASSANDRA
O wretch, O purpose fell!
Thou for thy wedded lord
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous welcome!
How the sequel tell?
Too soon 'twill come, too soon, for now, even now,
She smites him, blow on blow!
CHORUS
Riddles beyond my rede--I peer in vain
Thro' the dim films that screen the prophecy.
CASSANDRA
God! a new sight! a net, a snare of hell,
Set by her hand--herself a snare more fell!
A wedded wife, she slays her lord,
Helped by another hand!
Ye powers, whose hate
Of Atreus' home no blood can satiate,
Raise the wild cry above the sacrifice abhorred!
CHORUS
Why biddest thou some fiend, I know not whom,
Shriek o'er the house? Thine is no cheering word.
Back to my heart in frozen fear I feel
My waning life-blood run--
The blood that round the wounding steel
Ebbs slow, as sinks life's parting sun--
Swift, swift and sure, some woe comes pressing on!
CASSANDRA
Away, away--keep him away--
The monarch of the herd, the pasture's pride,
Far from his mate! In treach'rous wrath,
Muffling his swarthy horns, with secret scathe
She gores his fenceless side!
Hark! in the brimming bath,
The heavy plash--the dying cry--
Hark--in the laver--hark, he falls by treachery!
Take these my words for sooth and ask no more.
CASSANDRA
Home cursed of God! Bear witness unto me,
Ye visioned woes within--
The blood-stained hands of them that smite their kin--
The strangling noose, and, spattered o'er
With human blood, the reeking floor!
CHORUS
How like a sleuth-hound questing on the track,
Keen-scented unto blood and death she hies!
CASSANDRA
Ah! can the ghostly guidance fail,
Whereby my prophet-soul is onwards led?
Look! for their flesh the spectre-children wail,
Their sodden limbs on which their father fed!
CHORUS
Long since we knew of thy prophetic fame,--
But for those deeds we seek no prophet's tongue.
CASSANDRA
God! 'tis another crime--
Worse than the storied woe of olden time,
Cureless abhorred, that one is plotting here--
A shaming death, for those that should be dear!
Alas! and far away, in foreign land,
He that should help doth stand!
CHORUS
I knew th' old tales, the city rings withal--
But now thy speech is dark, beyond my ken.
CASSANDRA
O wretch, O purpose fell!
Thou for thy wedded lord
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous welcome!
How the sequel tell?
Too soon 'twill come, too soon, for now, even now,
She smites him, blow on blow!
CHORUS
Riddles beyond my rede--I peer in vain
Thro' the dim films that screen the prophecy.
CASSANDRA
God! a new sight! a net, a snare of hell,
Set by her hand--herself a snare more fell!
A wedded wife, she slays her lord,
Helped by another hand!
Ye powers, whose hate
Of Atreus' home no blood can satiate,
Raise the wild cry above the sacrifice abhorred!
CHORUS
Why biddest thou some fiend, I know not whom,
Shriek o'er the house? Thine is no cheering word.
Back to my heart in frozen fear I feel
My waning life-blood run--
The blood that round the wounding steel
Ebbs slow, as sinks life's parting sun--
Swift, swift and sure, some woe comes pressing on!
CASSANDRA
Away, away--keep him away--
The monarch of the herd, the pasture's pride,
Far from his mate! In treach'rous wrath,
Muffling his swarthy horns, with secret scathe
She gores his fenceless side!
Hark! in the brimming bath,
The heavy plash--the dying cry--
Hark--in the laver--hark, he falls by treachery!
