Such 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 —Now, in blind oracles, I feel resourceless. KASSANDRA.Eh, eh, papai, papai,What this, I espy?Some net of Haides undoubtedlyNay, rather, the snareIs she who has shareIn his bed, who takes part in the murder there!But may a revolt —