And he falls into the watery vase!
Of the craft-killing caldron I tell thee the case!
Cho. I would not boast to be a topping critic
Of oracles: but to some sort of evil
I liken these. From oracles, what good speech
To mortals, beside, is sent?
It comes of their evils: these arts word-abounding that sing the event
Bring the fear 't is their office to teach.
Kas. Ah me, ah me—
Of me unhappy, evil-destined fortunes!