Agamemnon.
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Before I die, attest ye now on oath
That of these halls the hoary crimes I know.
Chorus.
And how can oath be healer of a woe
Inherent in the race? Yet marvel I 1170
That, nurtured o'er the sea, thou know'st to speak
Of foreign city as though native there.
Cassandra.
Loxias, the seer, me with this grace endowed.
Chorus.
How! passion-smitten was he, though a god?
Cassandra.
Till now it shamed me to speak of this.
Chorus.
True; for who fareth well grows over-nice.
Cassandra.
Love-wrestler was he, warm his favour breathed.
Chorus.
Came ye in course to rite conjugial?
Cassandra.
Consent I gave, but cheated Loxias.
Chorus.
Mistress already of presaging art? 1180
