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Aeschylus, agamemnon<br />
CASSANDRA<br />
Once more one utterance, but not of wail,<br />
Though for my death--and then I speak no more.<br />
Sun! thou whose beam I shall not see again,<br />
To thee I cry, Let those whom vengeance calls<br />
To slay their kindred's slayers, quit withal<br />
The death of me, the slave, the fenceless prey.<br />
Ah state of mortal man! in time of weal,<br />
A line, a shadow! and if ill fate fall,<br />
One wet sponge-sweep wipes all our trace away--<br />
And this I deem less piteous, of the twain. She enters the palace.<br />
CHORUS singing<br />
Too true it is! our mortal state<br />
With bliss is never satiate,<br />
And none, before the palace high<br />
And stately of prosperity,<br />
Cries to us with a voice of fear,<br />
Away! 'tis ill to enter here!<br />
Lo! this our lord hath trodden down,<br />
By grace of heaven, old Priam's town,<br />
And praised as god he stands once more<br />
On Argos' shore!<br />
Yet now--if blood shed long ago<br />
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