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Chorus Enter Agamemnon and Cassandra, in a chariot, with a numerous retinueAll hail, my King, sacker of Troy, off-spring of Atreus!How shall I greet you? How shall I do you homage, not overshooting or running short of the due measure of courtesy? Many of mortal men put appearance before truth and thereby transgress the right.Every one is ready to heave a sigh over the unfortunate, but no sting of true sorrow reaches the heart; and in seeming sympathy they join in others' joy, forcing their faces into smiles.But whoever is a discerning shepherd of his flock cannot be deceived by men's eyes which, while they feign loyalty of heart, only fawn upon him with watery affection.The figure is of wine much diluted. Now in the past, when you marshaled the army in Helen's cause,you were depicted in my eyes （for I will not hide it from you） most ungracefully and as not rightly guiding the helm of your mind in seeking through your sacrifices to bring courage to dying men. But now, from the dept
Cassandra Apollo, Apollo! God of the Ways,Cassandra sees an image of Apollo, the protector on journeys, close to the door leading to the street （a)guia/）.my destroyer! For you have destroyed me—and utterly—this second time. *)apo/llwn is here derived from *)apo/llumi, “destroy”—nomen omen. The god had “destroyed” her the first time in making vain his gift of prophecy （1209 ff.）; whereby she became the object of derision in Troy. Chorus I think that she is about to prophesy about her own miseries. The divine gift still abides even in the
O mad Helen, who did yourself alone destroy these many lives, these lives exceeding many, beneath the walls of Troy. Now you have bedecked yourself with your final crown, that shall long last in memory,because of blood not to be washed away. Truly in those days strife, an affliction that has subdued its lord, dwelt in the house.
Electra No, not even beneath the walls of Troy, father, would I wish you to have fallen and to be entombed beside Scamander's waters among the rest of the host slain by the spear.I wish rather that his murderers had been killed by their own loved ones, just as they killed you, so that someone in a distant land who knew nothing of these present troubles should learn of their fatal doom.