--Continuing her vision she points to the phantom children,
'their palms filled full with meat of their own flesh,' sitting on the
house: in revenge for that deed another crime is this moment about to
stain further the polluted dwelling, a brave hero falling at the hands of
a coward, and by a plot his monster of a wife has contrived.--The
_Chorus_ still perplexed, _Cassandra_ NAMES Agamemnon, the Chorus
essaying vainly to stop the ill-fated utterance.--Then _Cassandra_ goes
on to describe how she herself must be sacrificed with her new lord, a
victim to the jealous murderess; bitterly reproaching Apollo, she strips
from her the symbols and garb of her prophetic art, which the god has
made so bitter to her, and moves to the 'butcher's block,' foretelling
how the Son shall come as his father's avenger and hers.--The _Chorus_
ask, why go to meet your fate instead of escaping? _Cassandra_ knows
Fate is inevitable.--Again and again she shrinks back from the door,
'tainted with the scent of death;' then gazing for the last time on the
loved rays of the Sun, and invoking him as witness and avenger, she
abandons herself to her doom.
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