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Rh. The lot has decided your fates already, if that was what you feared.

. Ah me! What city didst thou say, Thessalian, Phthian, or Cadmean?

. Each warrior took his prize in turn; ye were not all at once assigned.

. To whom hath the lot assigned us severally? Which of us Trojan dames doth a happy fortune await?

. I know, but ask thy questions separately, not all at once.

. Then tell me, whose prize is my daughter, hapless Cassandra?

. King Agamemnon hath chosen her out for himself.

. To be the slave-girl of his Spartan wife? Ah me!

. Nay, to share with him his stealthy love.

. What! Phœbus' virgin-priestess, to whom the god with golden locks granted the boon of maidenhood?

. The dart of love hath pierced his heart, love for the frenzied maid.

. Daughter, cast from thee the sacred keys, and from thy body tear the holy wreaths that drape thee in their folds.

. Why! is it not an honour high that she should win our monarch's love?

. What have ye done to her whom late ye took from me,—my child?

. Dost mean Polyxena, or whom dost thou inquire about?

. To whom hath the lot assigned her?

. To minister at Achilles' tomb hath been appointed her.

. Woe is me! I the mother of a dead man's slave! What custom, what ordinance is this amongst Hellenes, good sir?

. Count thy daughter happy: 'tis well with her.