To melodize thy sorrows — else, in singing,Calamitous, death-bringing!And of all this the endI am without resource to apprehend

KASSANDRA.Well then, the oracle from veils no longerShall be outlooking, like a bride new-married:But bright it seems, against the sun’s uprisingsBreathing, to penetrate thee: so as, wave-like,To wash against the rays a woe much greaterThan this. I will no longer teach by riddles.And witness, running with me, that of evilsDone long ago, I nosing track the footstep!For, this same roof here — never quits a ChorosOne-voiced, not well-tuned since no well it utters:And truly having drunk, to get more courage,Man’s blood — the Komos keeps within the household— Hard to be sent outside — of sister Furies:They hymn their hymn — within the house close sitting —The first beginning curse: in turn spit forth atThe Brother’s bed, to him who spurned it hostile.