Agamemnon.
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Chorus.
Why raise for Loxias these cries of bale?
Not he the god to need the mourner's wail.
Cassandra. Antistrophe I.
Ah me! alas! Gods, Earth!
Apollo, O Apollo!
Chorus.
Once more she calleth with ill-omened cry,
The god who hath no part in misery.
Cassandra. Strophe II.
Apollo, O Apollo!
Thou way-god! my destroyer!
Once more thou hast destroyed me utterly.
Chorus.
She seems about to augur her own ills; 1050
Heaven's breathing e'en in bonds her spirit fills.
Cassandra. Antistrophe II.
Apollo, O Apollo!
Thou way-god! my destroyer!
Ah, whither hast thou led me? to what roof?
Chorus.
To the Atreidan; an thou dost not know
I tell thee; thou'lt not say it is not so.