Kas. But I will go,—even in the household wailing

My fate and Agamemnon's. Life suffice me!

Ah, strangers!

I cry not "ah"—as bird at bush—through terror

Idly! to me, the dead thus much bear witness:

When, for me—woman, there shall die a woman,

And, for a man ill-wived, a man shall perish!

This hospitality I ask as dying.

Cho. O sufferer, thee—thy foretold fate I pity.

Kas. Yet once for all, to speak a speech, I fain am: