Man’s-shambles, blood-besprinkler of the ground!CHOROS.She seems to be good-nosed, the stranger: dog-like,She snuffs indeed the victims she will find there. KASSANDRA.How! How!By the witnesses here I am certain now!These children bewailing their slaughters — flesh dressed in the fireAnd devoured by their sire!CHOROS.Ay, we have heard of thy soothsaying glory,