GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng4:1099-1112 urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng4:1099-1112

Doubtless: but prophets none are we in scent of! KASSANDRA.Ah, gods, what ever does she meditate?What this new anguish great?Great in the house here she meditates illSuch as friends cannot bear, cannot cure it: and stillOff stands all ResistanceAfar in the distance!CHOROS.Of these I witless am — these prophesyings.But those I knew: for the whole city bruits them. KASSANDRA.Ah, unhappy one, this thou consummatest?Thy husband, thy bed’s common guest,In the bath having brightened. .. How shall I declareConsummation? It soon will be there:For hand after hand she outstretches,At life as she reaches!CHOROS.Nor yet I’ve gone with thee! for — after riddles —