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 —Unceasing assault —On the Race, raise a shoutSacrificial, aboutA victim — by stoning —For murder atoning!CHOROS.What this Erinus which i’ the house thou callestTo raise her cry? Not me thy word enlightens!To my heart has run