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 runA drop of the crocus-dye:Which makes for thoseOn earth by the spear that lie,A common closeWith life’s descending sun.Swift is the curse begun! KASSANDRA.How! How!See — see quick!Keep the bull from the cow!In the vesture she catching him, strikes him nowWith the black-horned trick,And he falls in the watery vase!