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Cassandra
Ah, the marriage, the marriage of Paris, that destroyed his friends! Ah me, Scamander, my native stream! Upon your banks in bygone days, unhappy maid, was I nurtured with fostering care; [1160] but now by Cocytus and the banks of Acheron, I think, I soon must chant my prophecies. Chorus
What words are these you utter, words all too plain? A new-born child hearing them could understand. I am smitten with a deadly pain, while, [1165] by reason of your cruel fortune, you cry aloud your pitiful moans that break my heart to hear.
Aeschylus. Aeschylus, with an English translation by Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. in two volumes. 2.Agamemnon. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. Cambridge, MA. Harvard University Press. 1926.
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