Nor one dare trip the other,
My tongue had played the prophet’s part,
And rolled the burden from my heart;
But now, to doubt resigned,
With smothered fears, all dumb I wait
The unravelling hour; while sparks of fate
Flit through my darksome mind.
Enter Clytemnestra.
Clytemnestra.
Come thou, too, in; this maid, I mean; Cassandra!