Cassandra cried, and curs’d th’ unhappy hour; Foretold our fate; but, by the god’s decree, All heard, and none believ’d the prophecy.
Such things as these Cassandra did relate.
This day revives within my mind what she Foretold of Troy renew’d in Italy, And Latian lands; but who could then have thought That Phrygian gods to Latium should be brought, Or who believ’d what mad Cassandra taught?
Dymas and Hypanis by moonlight knew My motions and my mien, and to my party drew; With young Coroebus, who by love was led To win renown and fair Cassandra’s bed, And lately brought his troops to Priam’s aid, Forewarn’d in vain by the prophetic maid.
Cassandra bids; and I declare her doom.
Behold the royal prophetess, the fair Cassandra, dragg’d by her dishevel’d hair, Whom not Minerva’s shrine, nor sacred bands, In safety could protect from sacrilegious hands: On heav’n she cast her eyes, she sigh’d, she cried’T was all she could— her tender arms were tied.
Confess the truth; by mad Cassandra, more Than Heav’n inspir’d, he sought a foreign shore!
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In the TV series, The X-Files, a woman named Cassandra was abducted by aliens, but nobody believed her.