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Take thyself in, thou too -- I say, Kassandra!
Since Zeus -- not angrily--in household placed thee
Partaker of hand-sprinklings, with the many
Slaves stationed, his the Owner's altar close to.
Descend from out this car, nor be high-minded
And truly they do say Alkmené's child once
Bore being sold, slaves' barley-bread his living.
If, then, necessity of this lot o'erbalance,
Much is the favour of old-wealthy masters:
For those who, never hoping, made fine harvest
Are harsh to slaves in all things, beyond measure.
Thou hast -- with us -- such usage as law warrants.
To thee it was, she paused plain speech from speaking.
Being inside the fatal nets -- obeying,
Thou mayst obey: but thou mayst disobey too!
Why, if she is not, in the swallow's fashion,
Possessed of voice that's unknown and barbaric,
I, with speech -- speaking in mind's scope -- persuade her.
Follow! The best -- as things now stand -- she speaks of.
Obey thou, leaving this thy car-enthronement!
Well, with this thing at door, for me no leisure
To waste time: as concerns the hearth mid-navelled,
Already stand the sheep for fireside slaying
By those who never hoped to have such favour.
If thou, then, aught of this wilt do, delay not!
But if thou, being witless, tak'st no word in,
Speak thou, instead of voice, with hand as Kars do!
She seems a plain interpreter in need of,
The stranger! and her way -- a beast's new-captured!
Why, she is mad, sure, -- hears her own bad senses, --
Who, while she comes, leaving a town new-captured,
Yet knows not how to bear the bit o' the bridle
Before she has out-frothed her bloody fierceness.
Not I -- throwing away more words -- will shamed be!
But I, -- for I compassionate, -- will chafe not.
Come, O unhappy one, this car vacating,
Yielding to this necessity, prove yoke's use!
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