'tis the smell of
household
offerings.
Aeschylus
CASSANDRA
Friends, there is no avoidance in delay.
CHORUS
Yet who delays the longest, his the gain.
CASSANDRA
The day is come--flight were small gain to me!
CHORUS
O brave endurance of a soul resolved!
CASSANDRA
That were ill praise, for those of happier doom.
CHORUS
All fame is happy, even famous death.
CASSANDRA
Ah sire, ah brethren, famous once were ye!
[_She moves to enter the house, then starts back. _
CHORUS
What fear is this that scares thee from the house?
CASSANDRA
Pah!
CHORUS
What is this cry? some dark despair of soul?
CASSANDRA
Pah! the house fumes with stench and spilth of blood.
CHORUS
How?
'tis the smell of household offerings.
CASSANDRA
'Tis rank as charnel-scent from open graves.
CHORUS
Thou canst not mean this scented Syrian nard?
CASSANDRA
Nay, let me pass within to cry aloud
The monarch's fate and mine--enough of life.
Ah friends!
Bear to me witness, since I fall in death,
That not as birds that shun the bush and scream
I moan in idle terror. This attest
When for my death's revenge another dies,
A woman for a woman, and a man
Falls, for a man ill-wedded to his curse.
Grant me this boon--the last before I die.
CHORUS
Brave to the last! I mourn thy doom foreseen.
CASSANDRA
Once more one utterance, but not of wail,
Though for my death--and then I speak no more.
I thou whose beam I shall not see again,
To thee I cry, Let those whom vengeance calls
To slay their kindred's slayers, quit withal
The death of me, the slave, the fenceless prey.
Ah state of mortal man! in time of weal,
A line, a shadow! and if ill fate fall,
One wet sponge-sweep wipes all our trace away--
And this I deem less piteous, of the twain.
[_Exit into the palace.
