The stranger! and her way—a beast's new-captured!

Klu. Why, she is mad, sure,—hears her own bad senses,—

Who, while she comes, leaving a town new-captured,

Yet knows not how to bear the bit o' the bridle

Before she has out-frothed her bloody fierceness.

Not I—throwing away more words—will shamed be!

Cho. But I,—for I compassionate,—will chafe not.

Come, O unhappy one, this car vacating,

Yielding to this necessity, prove yoke's use!

Kassandra. Otototoi, Gods, Earth—Apollon, Apollon!