The darling of the Chryseïds at Troïa;
And there [pointing to Cassandra] this captive slave, this auguress,
His concubine, this seeress trustworthy,
[*]Who shared his bed, and yet was as well known
To the sailors as their benches!... They have fared
Not otherwise than they deserved: for he
Lies as you see. And she who, like a swan,[[386]]
Has chanted out her last and dying song,
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Lies close to him she loved, and so has brought