Cursed to tell the truth yet never to be believed, this Trojan prisoner is mocked by the Chorus and makes clear the times where she is seized by a prophetic fever as if by a holy Dostoyevskeian epilepsy.

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[T]here is a double Vſe of this Cutting off the Leaues: For in Plants, where the Root is the Eſculent, as Radiſh, and Parſnips, it will make the Root the greater: And ſo it will doe to the Heads of Onions. And where the Fruit is the Eſculent, by Strengthening the Root, it will make the Fruit alſo the greater.

[…] the Army's lookouts had missed them because they had turned their telescopes inland and down toward the adjacent mustard fields so they could ogle the sundressed farm girls.