The set has a red glow to it, indicating as before the presence of Apollo--specifically, prophesy. Cassandra stands to one side of the stage, and Agamemnon to the other, each in separate locations.

Chorus:
One within the walls of Troy
And one in royal tent
Both Apollo, Sun-Lord, joined
Through visions heaven-sent.

Cassandra: It's you again... the one I keep seeing. The one fated to die by his wife's hand. Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Agamemnon: (To someone unseen) No, of course I won't! I'm married, even if my wife is a horror. Especially because my wife's a horror. No, you're only here to annoy Achilles, and you're fulfilling your function perfectly. ...ah yes, Clytemnestra. I suppose I should explain about her. No, you most certainly would not want to meet her! Let me see... she's tall, much taller than I am, and just as irritable. I suppose it was thought to be a great joke; it was arranged, you see. She's Helen's sister, but looks nothing like her. ...no, it's all right. She hates me as much as I hate her.

Cassandra: Who are you? Can you hear my voice as clearly as I hear yours?

Chorus: Noble daughter, Priam's child, harken to my voice.

Cassandra: Apollo.

Chorus:
That's I. This man, Achaian-spun
Is Agamemnon, Ateus' son.

Cassandra: Agamemnon.

Agamemnon: (To the same throughout) I do have children. Orestes and Electra, both full of smart answers. Still, I liked them. I suppose that's why Clytemnestra sent them away.

Cassandra: You had a third.

Agamemnon: Iphigenia... I don't want to talk about her. Orestes--

Cassandra: What happened to her?

Agamemnon: ...I'm sorry, my head... Iphigenia. Here goes... My priests told me that the Gods demanded a sacrifice -- a human sacrifice -- or else my fleet would be lost. Not just any human -- my daughter, Iphigenia. ...Well, what could I do? It was one life or thousands. And Odysseus says that we should look at it logically. I would save more lives by killing my child.

Cassandra: You murdered her.

Agamemnon: At the last minute, a mist descended, and when it cleared, there was a faun in her place. I'm glad. I'm not sure I could have done it. The Gods were only testing my resolve. ...Well, what would you know? You're a slave girl! I'm sorry, I'm feeling sick. My head is splitting. Get out. Go on! He sits down.

Cassandra: Talk to me! I can see you perfectly, and I know you can hear me somewhere.

She crosses to the other side of the stage and stands behind him, pushing the back of his head.

Cassandra: There! Can't you feel that?

Agamemnon: Is somebody there? Breseis?

Cassandra: My name is Cassandra, O son of Atreus.

Agamemnon: Father?

Cassandra: You fool!

Agamemnon: Fool? It IS you! Have you come to tell me something?

Cassandra: I'm not a ghost. And I'm not Atreus. I'm Cassandra, priestess of Apollo.

She turns him around to face her, taking his shoulders and shaking him.

Cassandra: Pay attention to me! I exist! My name is Cassandra!

Agamemnon: Help! Guards!

Abruptly, the red light is extinguished -- normal lighting. Cassandra exits. Enter Menelaus.

Menelaus: Agamemnon! Are you ill?

Agamemnon: I just had the most terrible dream. I feel nauseous.

Menelaus: Don't worry. Everything's fine. Just tell me your nightmare, and it will seem better.

Agamemnon: I don't remember... it makes my brain kick to think about it. Troy... there was someone from Troy to see me.

Menelaus: Helen?

Agamemnon: No. Troy... and Iphigenia...

Menelaus: Oh, don't think about that. Don't think about it. She's safe, and that's all that matters. You didn't do anything. You promised not to think about it. What about the rest?

Agamemnon: I can only remember nonsense... Axes, priests, and Atreus.

Menelaus: Sounds like a Nestor dream.

Agamemnon: Maybe it was Nestor who came to me!

Menelaus: And Troy in it, too... do you think this is a sign from the Gods telling you to attack?

Enter Great and Little Ajax. Little Ajax is a sock puppet, which he uses a special squeaky voice for [marked by brackets].

Ajax: Halt there, Little Ajax! [Yes, sir!] Son of Atreus, you called for the guard?

Menelaus: It's alright, Ajax. It was just a bad dream.

Ajax: You shouldn't be giving us false alarms like that. You woke up half the camp.

Agamemnon: What? You treasonous scum! Don't presume to give your High King orders!...Oh, I feel sick.

Ajax: [It was I, sir! Don‚t blame Great Ajax! He's an honourable and worthy man who gets paid half of what he should!] Little Ajax, don't say such things. I am always content with my lord Agamemnon. He's a very generous man.

Agamemnon: Do you think I'm an idiot? That's a puppet!

Ajax: [Though insulted, I will remain my lord's humble and obedient servant.]

Enter Odysseus and Diomedes.

Diomedes: What's happening? I heard a shout.

Odysseus: We came as fast as we could.

Agamemnon: What's wrong with all of you? Are you all insomniacs?

Diomedes: You were... very loud, sir.

Enter Nestor.

Nestor: Trojans! There's Trojans in my tent!

Menelaus: (Alarmed) Trojans?

Nestor: And fat, juicy rabbits by the score! Help me!

He runs over to Menelaus and buries his head in his robe.

Menelaus: There, there... em... Ajax, you take him...

Diomedes: He's probably just frightened by all the noise.

Ajax: This is war. We can't dismiss anything as nonsense, even if it comes out of Nestor's mouth.

Agamemnon: Right. Two of you, go make sure it was nothing. Diomedes, you can choose your partner.

Diomedes: Odysseus. He's under the protection of Owl-Eyed Athene. Perhaps her favour will extend to both of us.

Odysseus: I have no doubt.

Ajax: [I didn't know you believed in Athene, Odysseus!] That's right. Aren't you a rationalist?

Odysseus: I am, indeed; and logic dictates that when we've felt something with all our senses and perceived its influence at work, it is to all intents and purposes real. Are we departing?

Diomedes: Yes, let's.

As they move off, so do the others in the opposite direction until Diomedes and Odysseus are the only ones on stage. Enter Dolon, scrounging about. At the moment, he's unseen.

Diomedes: Does Athene really protect you?

Odysseus: She does, indeed! Sometimes, she even comes herself to tell me things, and to point out my folly and irrationality.

Diomedes: What does she look like?

Odysseus: I'm not very good at description, Diomedes.

Diomedes: Come on! Give it your best shot.

Odysseus: Very well. She's approximately 6'3 with a 12th-magnitude glow to her, resembling a comely member of the homo sapiens species, but with more regal bearing and authoritative projection. Her voice varies slightly above the normal human decibel range... I'm not quite sure what else to tell you -- Over there! (He points to Dolon.)

Diomedes: There was a Trojan, after all. Get down.

They take cover and observe.