LEADER.
Is not the later still the sweeter day?
CASSANDRA.
The day is come. Small profit now to fly.
LEADER.
Through all thy griefs, Woman, thy heart is high.
CASSANDRA.
Alas! None that is happy hears that praise.
LEADER.
Are not the brave dead blest in after days?
CASSANDRA.
O Father! O my brethren brave, I come!
[She moves towards the House, but recoils shuddering.]
LEADER.
What frights thee? What is that thou startest from?
CASSANDRA.
Ah, faugh! Faugh!
LEADER.
What turns thee in that blind
Horror? Unless some loathing of the mind …