§1033ζωπυρουμένας φρενός.
of my smoldering mind.
§1035εἴσω κομίζου καὶ σύ, Κασάνδραν λέγω, §1036ἐπεί σ᾽ ἔθηκε Ζεὺς ἀμηνίτως δόμοις §1037κοινωνὸν εἶναι χερνίβων, πολλῶν μετὰ §1038δούλων σταθεῖσαν κτησίου βωμοῦ πέλας:
Go inside, you too—I mean Cassandra— since Zeus has set you without anger in our house, to be a sharer of the lustral waters, stationed with many slaves near the altar of the god of possessions.
§1039ἔκβαιν᾽ ἀπήνης τῆσδε, μηδ᾽ ὑπερφρόνει.
Step down from this carriage, and be not high-minded.
For they say that even the son of Alcmene once was sold and endured to taste the bread of slavery.
If, then, the necessity of this fortune should incline to one, there is great advantage in having masters of ancient wealth.
But those who have harvested well beyond their hopes are cruel to their slaves in all things and beyond the rule.
§1046ἕξεις παρ᾽ ἡμῶν οἷάπερ νομίζεται.
From us you shall have such treatment as is customary.
§1047σοί τοι λέγουσα παύεται σαφῆ λόγον.
(Chorus) It is to you she has spoken and now pauses, making her meaning clear.
Caught as you are within the nets of fate, you should obey, if you would obey; but perhaps you will disobey.
§1050ἀλλ᾽ εἴπερ ἐστὶ μὴ χελιδόνος δίκην §1051ἀγνῶτα φωνὴν βάρβαρον κεκτημένη, §1052ἔσω φρενῶν λέγουσα πείθω νιν λόγῳ.
(Clytemnestra) Well, unless she possesses, like a swallow, an unknown and barbarian tongue, I speak within her comprehension and persuade her with my words.
§1053ἕπου.
(Chorus) Follow her.
τὰ λῷστα τῶν παρεστώτων λέγει.
She says what is best under the circumstances.
§1054πιθοῦ λιποῦσα τόνδ᾽ ἁμαξήρη θρόνον.
Obey and leave this carriage seat.
§1055οὔτοι θυραίᾳ τῇδ᾽ ἐμοὶ σχολὴ πάρα §1056τρίβειν: τὰ μὲν γὰρ ἑστίας μεσομφάλου §1057ἕστηκεν ἤδη μῆλα πρὸς σφαγὰς πυρός, §1058ὡς οὔποτ᾽ ἐλπίσασι τήνδ᾽ ἕξειν χάριν.
(Clytemnestra) I have no leisure to waste time here outside; for already at the central hearth the sheep already stand ready for the slaughter of the fire, since we never expected to have this joy.
§1059σὺ δ᾽ εἴ τι δράσεις τῶνδε, μὴ σχολὴν τίθει.
But you, if you are going to do any of this, do not delay.
But if, not understanding, you do not take in my speech, then, instead of voice, make it known with your barbarian hand.
(Chorus) The stranger seems to need a clear interpreter; her manner is like that of a newly captured wild beast.
§1064ἦ μαίνεταί γε καὶ κακῶν κλύει φρενῶν, §1065ἥτις λιποῦσα μὲν πόλιν νεαίρετον §1066ἥκει, χαλινὸν δ᾽ οὐκ ἐπίσταται φέρειν, §1067πρὶν αἱματηρὸν ἐξαφρίζεσθαι μένος.
(Clytemnestra) Surely she is mad and listens to her evil thoughts, she who has come here leaving a newly captured city, but does not know how to bear the bridle, until she has foamed away her bloody rage.
§1068οὐ μὴν πλέω ῥίψασ᾽ ἀτιμασθήσομαι.
I will certainly not waste more words to be insulted.
§1069ἐγὼ δ᾽, ἐποικτίρω γάρ, οὐ θυμώσομαι.
(Chorus) But I, for I pity her, will not be angry.
Come, unhappy one, leave this carriage empty, and yielding to this necessity, take up the unfamiliar yoke.
§1072ὀτοτοτοτοῖ πόποι δᾶ.
(Cassandra) Ototototoi! Popoi! Da!
§1073ὦπολλον ὦπολλον.
Apollo, Apollo!
§1074τί ταῦτ᾽ ἀνωτότυξας ἀμφὶ Λοξίου;
(Chorus) Why do you cry out thus with lamentation to Loxias?
§1075οὐ γὰρ τοιοῦτος ὥστε θρηνητοῦ τυχεῖν.
For he is not the kind of god to have a mourner.
§1076ὀτοτοτοτοῖ πόποι δᾶ.
(Cassandra) Ototototoi! Popoi! Da!
§1077ὦπολλον ὦπολλον.
Apollo, Apollo!
(Chorus) She calls again with ill-omened words upon the god who has no business to stand by at laments.
§1080Ἄπολλον Ἄπολλον
(Cassandra) Apollo, Apollo!
§1081ἀγυιᾶτ᾽, ἀπόλλων ἐμός.
God of the ways, my destroyer!
§1082ἀπώλεσας γὰρ οὐ μόλις τὸ δεύτερον.
For you have destroyed me easily, and for the second time.
§1083χρήσειν ἔοικεν ἀμφὶ τῶν αὑτῆς κακῶν.
(Chorus) She seems to be about to prophesy of her own misfortunes.
§1084μένει τὸ θεῖον δουλίᾳ περ ἐν φρενί.
The divine gift remains even in a slave's mind.
§1085Ἄπολλον Ἄπολλον
(Cassandra) Apollo, Apollo!
§1086ἀγυιᾶτ᾽, ἀπόλλων ἐμός.
God of the ways, my destroyer!
§1087ἆ ποῖ ποτ᾽ ἤγαγές με;
Ah, where have you brought me?
πρὸς ποίαν στέγην;
To what kind of house?
(Chorus) To that of the Atreidae; if you do not understand this, I tell you; and you will not say that this is a lie.
§1090μισόθεον μὲν οὖν, πολλὰ συνίστορα §1091αὐτόφονα κακὰ καὶ ἀρτάνας, §1092ἀνδρὸς σφαγεῖον καὶ πέδον ῥαντήριον.
(Cassandra) Nay, rather a house hated of god, witness to many slaughter of kin and hangings, a slaughterhouse of men and a floor dripping with blood!
(Chorus) The stranger seems to have a keen scent like a dog, and she is tracking down the murder whose traces she will find.
§1095μαρτυρίοισι γὰρ τοῖσδ᾽ ἐπιπείθομαι: §1096κλαιόμενα τάδε βρέφη σφαγάς, §1097ὀπτάς τε σάρκας πρὸς πατρὸς βεβρωμένας.
(Cassandra) For I trust in these witnesses: these infants weeping for their slaughter, and their roasted flesh eaten by their father.
(Chorus) Truly we had heard of your prophetic fame, but we seek no prophets for these things.
§1100ἰὼ πόποι, τί ποτε μήδεται;
(Cassandra) Alas, what is she plotting?
§1101τί τόδε νέον ἄχος μέγα
What is this new and great grief?
§1102μέγ᾽ ἐν δόμοισι τοῖσδε μήδεται κακὸν §1103ἄφερτον φίλοισιν, δυσίατον; ἀλκὰ δ᾽ §1104ἑκὰς ἀποστατεῖ.
A great evil is being plotted in this house, unbearable to friends, hard to cure; and help stands far aloof.
(Chorus) I am without knowledge of these prophecies; but those things I understood, for the whole city cries out with them.
§1107ἰὼ τάλαινα, τόδε γὰρ τελεῖς,
(Cassandra) Ah, wretched woman, will you accomplish this?
The husband of your bed, having cleansed him in the bath—how shall I tell the end?
For this will happen quickly; hand stretches out after hand in reaching blows.
(Chorus) I do not yet understand; for now, after riddles, I am bewildered by blind oracle-sayings.
§1114ἒ ἔ, παπαῖ παπαῖ, τί τόδε φαίνεται;
(Cassandra) Ah, ah! Alas, alas! What is this that appears?
§1115ἦ δίκτυόν τι [γ᾽] Ἅιδου;
Is it some net of Hades?
Nay, rather the bedfellow is the snare, she who shares the guilt of the murder.
στάσις δ᾽ ἀκόρετος γένει §1118κατολολυξάτω θύματος λευσίμου.
And let the insatiable faction against the race shriek over the sacrifice deserving of stoning!
(Chorus) What kind of Erinys is this you bid to raise her cry over the house?
οὔ με φαιδρύνει λόγος.
Your speech does not make me glad.
§1121ἐπὶ δὲ καρδίαν ἔδραμε κροκοβαφὴς §1122σταγών, ἅτε καιρία πτώσιμος §1123ξυνανύτει βίου δύντος αὐγαῖς.
And to my heart has run the saffron-dyed drop, which indeed at a mortal blow ends its course with the rays of setting life.
§1124ταχεῖα δ᾽ ἄτα πέλει.
And swift comes ruin.
§1125ἂ ἄ, ἰδοὺ ἰδού: ἄπεχε τῆς βοὸς
(Cassandra) Ah, ah! Behold, behold! Keep the bull away from the cow!
§1126τὸν ταῦρον: ἐν πέπλοισι
In the robes