And the self-inflicted blow!
Where red blood is on the floor,
And black murder at the door—
This house—this house I know.
Chorus.
She scents out slaughter, mark me, like a hound,
And tracks the spot where she shall feast on blood.
ANTISTROPHE III.
Cassandra.
Ay! I scent a truthful scent,
And the thing I say I know.