Cassandra and Chorus 4

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CASSANDRA AND CHORUS 4

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Shelley Hirsch - Cassandra - voice
Robert Ashley - Chorus 4 - voice


CASSANDRA
Apollo


CHORUS 4
come downe from there


CASSANDRA
Apollo Apollo hast pulde mee down


CHORUS 4
wretched soul all thy sorrowes deepe
are unknowne to Phoebus face
bewayle this lot not to him


CASSANDRA
feare this house this family


CHORUS 4
shee smels the bloud the pathe of mischiefe


CASSANDRA
the father feasted on his mangled chyldren

the man with trembling hand with axe


CHORUS 4
wee know her last renoume prophet


CASSANDRA
this despret dame her naked weapons
whose crowne shee cracke


CHORUS 4
blab it not heere
wee feede our broode in a tottring nest

mumbling words in gabling mouth
shee shroudes our brayne in a dusty cloude


CASSANDRA
within a revell rexe is kept as sore as ever was
I see the same and am thereat

weare rather thys aray
the conqueror with purple hangings all adornde
this hostile weede thy loving lady wrought
the lyon entangled in the net strugling in vayne

the bullockes necke at sacrifice
shee the priest heaves her hand the pollaxe


CHORUS 4
her privy whispering
tyckling in our ear secret thoughts that brooke much sorrow


CASSANDRA
hee hath the stroke
dispatcht it is not quite chopt of the head
it hangeth by a litle crop

myne owne distresse to moorne
my throate to bath the blade


CHORUS 4
the spryte of God shee serves in furious rage

thou myghtest well lament this sore decay this griefe accurst
lyke recording Itys


CASSANDRA
father follow thee I woulde
unto my countrey men of Troy in lowest hell
I do delight to sayle with them
it doth mee good


CHORUS 4
shee utters out what a chylde can know


CASSANDRA
I see the wery man his burning thyrst forgot
hee mourneth for the funerall that shall ensue


CHORUS 4
in our teares there is no measure to refrayne
those misereyes all measure passe


CASSANDRA
the sqally sisters
evermore deale theyr bloudy strokes theyr old privy grudges
theyr siege shall never stop


CHORUS 4
a shamefull brutishe fact franckly calde

vyrgin bewayling piteously
till the God layde handes upon her


CASSANDRA
I did sacrifice my virginity to Apollo
but chyldren I did refuse
now I play the prophet colde
these tidings I tell mad mumbling to thee
to thee berapt of sence

my prophesying spright burning myne eyes
Thyestes day
the foode hee tasted the gubs of bloude gnawed guts

beware I say of kynges
that country clowne Aegisthus hee this stocke shall overthrowe

Agamemnon graunde captayne
not knowing the dreadful destinies
entrapped by traytrous trayne

her goary handes her currish fange
cruell conqueresse whore

they both accorde unto the kynde whereof they doe proceede
Helens syster right shee is and hee Thyestes sonne


CHORUS 4
Thyestes wee know
flesh and bloude for food the fathers maw to fill

but after that
the lyght slyps away


CASSANDRA
you shall see the gasshed corpes of Agamemnon


CHORUS 4
shut up

peace chylde no
God could never brynge to passe the ruin of our natyve countrey


CASSANDRA
no praying to the heavenly ghostes
these subtle foes doe not pray they slaughter


CHORUS 4
they chiefly ought to worship God whose hearts with griefe be dull


CASSANDRA
burning inspyred with spryte

the lyonesse will stryke mee dead

off with these sacred robes
why ghost inspyre
none of thyne I am releasse me

Apollo your spyte is worne unto the stumpes
what countrey have I left
where is my syre all my sisters

the sacred tombes and altar stones
our bloud they swincke and swill

Orestes shall come revenge and restore
the fits of fury on them shall light

fredome draweth ny
death gives a courage unto mee


CHORUS 4
sad and solemn as a bull that deadly wounde doth take


CASSANDRA
the deadly wounde I pray shee stryke and leavell right

my feare by this affliction is cleane abated all


CHORUS 4
who dare to death himself betake
is a prynces peare and lyke the Gods


CASSANDRA
this stinking slaughter house spouting bloude


CHORUS 4
poore chylde that huge and fatall gyft
heavenly hands erected have and framde


CASSANDRA
on with mee into the pallace I yeelde my throate
mourning my death and Agamemnons

avengement worthy I crave prickes of fury fresh


CHORUS 4
lamenting these calamyties wee have not time and space


CASSANDRA
doubtfull standeth still the day

even myseries are nothing


CHORUS 4
to mortall man fortune gives but brytle fading joy

hee who late a conqueror tryumphed over Troy
now by destenie stoutly overcome and pulled downe

bloud for bloud and death by turnes the after age shall see

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from AGAMEMNON, released September 26, 2012

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