Aeschylus, Agamemnon (English) (XML Header) [genre: poetry; drama; tragedy] [word count] [Aesch. Ag.].
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Chorus 1295O woman, pitiful exceedingly and exceeding wise, long has been your speech. But if, in truth, you have knowledge of your own death, how can you step with calm courage to the altar like an ox, driven by the god?

Cassandra There is no escape; no, my friends, there is none any more. [Note]

Chorus 1300Yet he that is last has the advantage in respect of time.

Cassandra The day has come; flight would profit me but little.

Chorus Well, be assured, you brave suffering with a courageous spirit.

Cassandra None who is happy is commended thus.

Chorus Yet surely to die nobly is a blessing for mortals.

Cassandra 1305Alas for you, my father and for your noble children!She starts back in horror

Chorus What ails you? What terror turns you back?

Cassandra Alas, alas!

Chorus Why do you cry “alas”? Unless perhaps there is some horror in your soul.

Cassandra This house stinks of blood-dripping slaughter.

Chorus 1310And what of that? It is just the savor of victims at the hearth.

Cassandra It is like a breath from a charnel-house.

Chorus You are not speaking of proud Syrian incense for the house.

Cassandra Nay, I will go to bewail also within the palace my own and Agamemnon's fate. Enough of life! 1315Alas, my friends, not with vain terror do I shrink, as a bird that fears a bush. After I am dead, bear witness for me of this—when for me, a woman, another woman shall be slain, and for an ill-wedded man another man shall fall. 1320I claim this favor from you now that my hour is come.

Chorus Poor woman, I pity you for your death foretold.

Cassandra Yet once more I would like to speak, but not a dirge. I pray to the sun, in presence of his latest light, that my enemies [Note]may at the same time pay to my avengers a bloody penalty for 1325slaughtering a slave, an easy prey. Alas for human fortune! When prosperous, a mere shadow can overturn it [Note]; if misfortune strikes, the dash of a wet sponge blots out the drawing. 1330And this last I deem far more pitiable than that.Enters the palace



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