Stasimon 4
KASSANDRA.
Ah, gods, what ever does she meditate?
1100
What this new anguish great?
1100
Great in the house here she meditates ill
Such as friends cannot bear, cannot cure it: and still
Off stands all Resistance
CHOROS.
Of these I witless am — these prophesyings.
1105
But those I knew: for the whole city bruits them.
KASSANDRA.
Ah, unhappy one, this thou consummatest?
Thy husband, thy bed’s common guest,
In the bath having brightened. .. How shall I declare
Consummation? It soon will be there:
For hand after hand she outstretches,
1110
CHOROS.
Nor yet I’ve gone with thee! for — after riddles —
Now, in blind oracles, I feel resourceless.
KASSANDRA.
Eh, eh, papai, papai,
Some net of Haides undoubtedly
1115
In his bed, who takes part in the murder there!
On the Race, raise a shout
CHOROS.
What this Erinus which i’ the house thou callest
To raise her cry? Not me thy word enlightens!
1120
