Stasimon 4
KASSANDRA.
Otototoi, Gods, Earth, —
CHOROS.
Why didst thou ototoi concerning Loxias?
Since he is none such as to suit a mourner.
1075
KASSANDRA.
Otototoi, Gods, Earth, —
CHOROS.
Ill-boding here again the god invokes she
— Nowise empowered in woes to stand by helpful.
KASSANDRA.
Apollon, Apollon,
1080
Guard of the ways, my destroyer!
For thou hast quite, this second time, destroyed me.
CHOROS.
To prophesy she seems of her own evils:
Remains the god-gift to the slave-soul present.
KASSANDRA.
Apollon, Apollon,
1085
Guard of the ways, my destroyer!
Ha, whither hast thou led me? to what roof now?
CHOROS.
To the Atreidai’s roof: if this thou know’st not,
I tell it thee, nor this wilt thou call falsehood.
KASSANDRA.
How! How!
1090
God-hated, then! Of many a crime it knew —
1090
Self-slaying evils, halters too:
Man’s-shambles, blood-besprinkler of the ground!
CHOROS.
She seems to be good-nosed, the stranger: dog-like,
She snuffs indeed the victims she will find there.
KASSANDRA.
How! How!
1095
By the witnesses here I am certain now!
1095
These children bewailing their slaughters — flesh dressed in the fire
And devoured by their sire!
CHOROS.
Ay, we have heard of thy soothsaying glory,
Doubtless: but prophets none are we in scent of!
