The Fate from gods, to bear no more than due,My heart, outstripping what tongue utters,Would have all out: which now, in darkness, muttersMoodily grieved, nor ever hopes to findHow she a word in season may unwindFrom out the enkindling mind.

KLUTAIMNESTRA.Take thyself in, thou too — I say, Kassandra!Since Zeus — not angrily—in household placed thee