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To take thee, follow. A virtuous woman's thrall[1]
Shalt thou be, as say all that came to Troy.
Kassandra.
Keen-witted varlet this! Why such repute
Have heralds, common loathing of mankind, 425
Menials that wait on despots and on cities?
Say'st thou my mother to Odysseus' halls
Shall come? Where be Apollo's bodings then,
Which say—to me no mystery—that she
Shall here die?—other shame I will not speak.[2] 430
Wretch!—he knows not what sufferings wait for him,
Such, that my woes and Phrygia's yet shall seem
As gold to him. Ten years to these past ten
Accomplished, shall he reach his land—alone;
Shall see where in the rock-gorge fell Charybdis 435
Hath made her lair,—where mountain-haunting Cyclops
Ravins,—see her that turneth men to swine,
Ligurian Circe,—shipwreck in salt seas,—
The lotus-cravings, the Sun's sacred kine,
Whose dead flesh with a human voice shall moan 440
A dire voice for Odysseus. To make end,
He shall see Hades living, 'scape the sea,
Yet, when he winneth home, find ills untold.
Yet—Odysseus' troubles, wherefore should I loose their javelin-flight?
On, that I may haste to wed my bridegroom, Hades' spousal-plight. 445
Vile one, vile shall be thy burial, darkling, not in light of day,