For Puthian oracles, thy speech, and hard too.KASSANDRAPapai: what fire this! and it comes upon me!Ototoi, Lukeion Apollon, ah me — me!She, the two-footed lioness that sleeps withThe wolf, in absence of the generous lion,Kills me the unhappy one: and as a poisonBrewing, to put my price too in the anger,She vows, against her mate this weapon whetting