[ti:Cassandra] [ar:Theatre of Tragedy] [al:Aegis] [00:01.90] [00:03.58]Cassandra - Theatre of Tragedy [00:07.60] [00:34.97]He gave to her yet tenfold claim'd in return [00:47.79]She hath no life but the one he for her wrought [01:00.79]Proffer'd to her his wauking heart she turn'd it down, [01:13.79]Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. [01:23.47] [01:24.73]Prophetess or fond? [01:27.52]Tho' her parle of truth [01:30.83]"I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!" [01:38.21]Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane [01:41.50]Seer of the future, not of twain, [01:44.96]"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra. [01:49.95] [02:05.75]Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? [02:18.54]A mistress fuell'd by his prest haughtiness [02:31.65]If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee, [02:44.66]Belike egal as it to him might be [02:54.55] [04:52.02][04:26.13][02:55.24]Prophetess or fond? [04:54.92][04:29.00][02:58.19]Tho' her parle of truth [04:58.26][04:32.24][03:01.58]"I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can [05:05.64][04:39.76][03:08.97]Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane [05:08.73][04:42.96][03:12.25]Seer of the future, not of twain [05:12.33][04:46.40][03:15.69]"Sicker!" quoth Cassandra [05:18.45][03:21.47] [06:12.15][05:20.15][03:36.68]'Or was he an eried being, [06:18.68][05:26.62][03:42.94]'Or was he weening alack nay mo [06:25.02][05:33.12][03:49.38]Her naysay raught his heart, [06:31.45][05:39.69][03:55.94]Her daffing was the grave of all hope [05:46.07][04:02.29]She belied her own words [05:52.54][04:08.83]He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge [05:59.02][04:15.31]She held him august, yet wee; [06:05.66][04:21.87]He left her ne'er without his heart [06:40.88]