Argos. La cour du palais.<\/p>\n
Cassandre sur un char. Clytemnestre. Le ch\u0153ur.<\/p>\n
LE CH\u0152UR.<\/p>\n
Elle est fille de roi. \u2014 Mais sa ville est en cendre.
\nElle a droit \u00e0 ce char et n\u2019en veut pas descendre.
\nDepuis qu\u2019on l\u2019a saisie elle n\u2019a point parl\u00e9.
\nLe marbre de Syrta, la neige de Thul\u00e9
\nN\u2019ont pas plus de froideur que cette \u00e2pre captive.
\nElle est \u00e0 l\u2019avenir formidable attentive.
\nElle est pleine d\u2019un dieu redoutable et muet ;
\nLe sinistre Apollon d\u2019Ombos, qui remuait
\nDodone avec le souffle et Th\u00e8be avec la lyre,
\nM\u00eale une clart\u00e9 sombre \u00e0 son morne d\u00e9lire.
\nElle a la vision des choses qui seront ;
\nUn reflet de vengeance est d\u00e9j\u00e0 sur son front ;
\nElle est princesse, elle est pythie, elle est pr\u00eatresse,
\nElle est esclave. \u00c9trange et lugubre d\u00e9tresse !
\nElle vient sur un char, \u00e9tant fille de roi.
\nLe peuple qui regarde aller, p\u00e2les d\u2019effroi,
\nLes prisonniers pieds nus qu\u2019on chasse \u00e0 coups de lance,
\nEt qui rit de leurs cris, a peur de son silence.
\n\ufeff(Le char s\u2019arr\u00eate.)<\/p>\n
CLYTEMNESTRE.<\/p>\n
Femme, \u00e0 pied. Tu n\u2019es pas ici dans ton pays.<\/p>\n
LE CH\u0152UR.<\/p>\n
Allons, descends du char, c\u2019est la reine, ob\u00e9is.<\/p>\n
CLYTEMNESTRE.<\/p>\n
Crois-tu que j\u2019ai le temps de t\u2019attendre \u00e0 la porte ?
\nH\u00e2te-toi. Car bient\u00f4t il faut que le roi sorte.
\nPeut-\u00eatre entends-tu mal notre langue d\u2019ici ?
\nSi ce que je te dis ne se dit pas ainsi
\nAu pays dont tu viens et dont tu te s\u00e9pares,
\nParle en signes alors, fais comme les barbares.<\/p>\n
LE CH\u0152UR.<\/p>\n
Si l\u2019on parlait sa langue, on saurait son secret.
\nOn sent en la voyant ce qu\u2019on \u00e9prouverait
\nSi l\u2019on venait de prendre une b\u00eate farouche.<\/p>\n
CLYTEMNESTRE.<\/p>\n
Je ne lui parle plus. L\u2019horreur ferme sa bouche.
\nTriste, elle songe \u00e0 Troie, au ciel jadis serein.
\nElle ne prendra pas l\u2019habitude du frein
\nSans le couvrir longtemps d\u2019une sanglante \u00e9cume.
\n\ufeff(Clytemnestre sort.)<\/p>\n
LE CH\u0152UR.<\/p>\n
C\u00e8de au destin. Crois-moi. Je suis sans amertume.
\nDescends du char. Re\u00e7ois la cha\u00eene \u00e0 ton talon.
\nCASSANDRE.<\/p>\n
Dieux ! Grands dieux ! Terre et ciel ! Apollon ! Apollon !<\/p>\n
APOLLON LOXIAS, dans l\u2019ombre.<\/p>\n
Je suis l\u00e0. Tu vivras, afin que ton \u0153il voie
\nLe flamboiement d\u2019Argos plein des cendres de Troie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[443],"poems-book":[441],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9398","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-443","poems-book-la-legende-des-siecles","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n