The sheep stand by as victims for the fire;
For never had we hoped such thanks to give:
If thou wilt do this, make no more delay;
But if thou understandest not my words,
Then wave thy foreign hand in lieu of speech.
[Cassandra shudders as in horror, but
makes no sign
Chor. The stranger seems a clear interpreter
To need. Her look is like a captured deer's.
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