GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng4:1230-1245 urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng4:1230-1245

Of Até hid, will reach to, by ill fortune!Such things she dares — the female, the male’s slayer!She is . . . how calling her the hateful bite-beastMay I hit the mark? Some amphisbaina, — SkullaHousing in rocks, of mariners the mischief,Revelling Haides’ mother, — curse, no truce with,Breathing at friends! How piously she shouted,The all-courageous, as at turn of battle!She seems to joy at the back-bringing safety!Of this, too, if I nought persuade, all’s one! Why?What is to be will come. And soon thou, present,True prophet all too much wilt pitying style me. CHOROS.Thuestes’ feast, indeed, on flesh of children,I went with, and I shuddered. Fear too holds meListing what’s true as life, nowise out-imaged.KASSANDRA.I say, thou Agamemnon’s fate shalt look on.