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AGAMEMNON.
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CHOROS.
She seems to be good-nosed, the stranger: dog-like,
She snuffs indeed the victims she will find there.
KASSANDRA.
How! How!
By the witnesses here I am certain now!
These children bewailing their slaughters—flesh dressed in the fire
And devoured by their sire!
CHOROS.
Ay, we have heard of thy soothsaying glory,
Doubtless: but prophets none are we in scent of!
