Agamemnon: Live on secure.
Cassandra: I think that death is my security.
Agamemnon: For thee there's naught to fear.
Cassandra: But much for thee.
Agamemnon: What can a victor fear?
Cassandra: What least he fears.
Agamemnon: Keep her, ye faithful slaves, in careful guard,800
Till she shall throw this mood of madness off,
Lest in unbridled rage she harm herself.
To thee, O father, who the blinding bolt