Theatre Of Tragedy Cassandra ( HQ)

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim d in return She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer d to her his wauking heart she turn d it down, Ripostéd with a telltale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond , Tho her parle of truth: I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can , Yet the kiss and breath Apollo s bane Sëer of the future, not of twain, Sicker , quoth Cassandra. Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine A mistress fue