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title: "Rhesus · Ῥῆσος"
author: "Euripides"
translator: "Gilbert Murray"
languages: [grc, en]
shelf: "Classical Greek"
url: https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-rhesus/
cite: "Euripides, tr. Gilbert Murray, Rhesus · Ῥῆσος. Scriptura (scriptura.si), https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-rhesus/"
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# Rhesus · Ῥῆσος

*Euripides, tr. Gilbert Murray*

A night raid in the Trojan War: Odysseus and Diomedes against the Thracian king Rhesus.

> Greek: ed. Gilbert Murray, from the Perseus Digital Library (canonical-greekLit, tlg0006.tlg019, CC BY-SA 4.0).

> English: Gilbert Murray, from the Perseus Digital Library (tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4). Notes are not included.

> Rows follow the references the two texts share (line numbers), cut where both reach the end of a sentence.

## Contents

1. [Lines 1–509](https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-rhesus/1.md)
2. [Lines 510–996](https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-rhesus/2.md)

## 1. Lines 1–509

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-rhesus/1/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-rhesus/1/#p-N

[¶0] —we seem to have the traditional divine king of the Thracian tribes about Pangaion, seen through the eyes of Greek romance. He is the son of the greatest of Rivers and the Muse of the Mountain: she is simply “The Muse,” otherwise nameless, and we are lost if we try to bind her down to the identity of any Greek goddess. Like many Thracian heroes Rhesus has a dash of the Sun-god in him, the burning targe, the white horses and the splendour. Like them he is a boaster and a deep drinker, a child of battle and of song. Like other divine kings he dies in his youth and strength, and keeps watch over his people from some “feasting presence, full of light,” where he lies among the buried silver-veins of Pangaion. If the uttermost need comes, doubtless he will wake again. When the Athenians began making their dangerous settlements on the coast of Thrace—ten thousand settlers were massacred by Rhesus’s people about 465 B.C.: Amphipolis not fully established till 437—they found the legend of Rhesus in the air, and eventually they thought it prudent to send for his hallowed bones from the Troad, where they were supposed to be buried, and give them a tomb in the Athenian colony. Possibly that pacified him. And his legend in the mouth of the poets seemed perhaps like the story of his own mountaineers, multitudes of strong men, stormy and chivalrous, terrible in onset, who somehow in the end melted away before the skill and persistent courage of a civilised Greek city.
VARIOUS VOICES.: It is a cloudy but moonlight night on the plain before Troy. The Trojans and their allies have won a decisive victory and are camping on the open field close to the Greek outposts. The scene is in front of a rude tent or hut that has been set up for HECTOR, the Trojan leader. A watch-fire burns low in front. Far off at the back can be seen rows of watch-fires in the Greek camp. The road to Troy is in front to the left; the road to Mount Ida leads far away to the right. All is silence; then a noise outside. Enter tumultuously a band of Trojan Pickets.
On to the Prince’s quarters!—Ho!
Who is awake? What man-at-arms,
Or squire or groom?—Let Hector know
New rumour of alarms
From sentinels who stand at mark
The four long watches of the dark,
While others sleep.—Uplift thine head,
O Hector! On thine elbow rise,
Unhood the eagle of thine eyes,
Up from thy leaf-strewn bed!—
Lord Hector!
HECTOR: (coming out from the tent).
Who goes there? Who cries?
A friend? The watchword!... By what right
Do men come prowling in the night
Across my quarters? Come! Speak out.
LEADER.:
A picket, Lord.
HECTOR.:
In such a rout?
LEADER.:
Be not afraid, Lord.
HECTOR.:
I am not.
Is there an ambush? No? Then what,
In God’s name, brings you from your post
With no clear tale to speak,
To spread this turmoil through a host
That lies in harness—do ye all
Know nothing?—out against the wall
And gateways of the Greek?
CHORUS.: (various voices confusedly)
To arms! To arms, Lord Hector!—Send
First where the allied armies lie,
Bid them draw sword and make an end
Of sleep.—Let someone fly
And get the horses’ armour on!—
Who goes with me to Panthoös’ son?—
Who’s for Sarpêdon and the Lycians?—None
Hath seen the priest go by?—
Ho, Captain of the Runners, ho!—
Ho, Trojans of the hornèd bow!
String, string! For need is nigh.
HECTOR.:
Ha, silence there!...
First words of fear,
Then comfort. All an empty swell!
It seems The lash of trembling Pan
Hath caught you. Speak, if speak ye can.
What tidings? Not a word is clear
Of the whole tale ye tell.
[The turmoil subsides, the LEADER comes forward.
LEADER.:
Great beacons in the Argive line
Have burned, my chief, through half the night.
The shipyard timbers seemed to shine.

> Greek: Χορός:
— Βᾶθι πρὸς εὐνὰς τὰς Ἑκτορέους.
τίς ὑπασπιστῶν ἄγρυπνος βασιλέως,
ἢ τευχοφόρων;
— δέξαιτο νέων κληδόνα μύθων,
οἳ τετράμοιρον νυκτὸς φυλακὴν
πάσης στρατιᾶς προκάθηνται.
— ὄρθου κεφαλὴν πῆχυν ἐρείσας,
λῦσον βλεφάρων γοργωπὸν ἕδραν,
λεῖπε χαμεύνας φυλλοστρώτους,
Ἕκτορ· καιρὸς γὰρ ἀκοῦσαι.
Ἕκτωρ:
τίς ὅδʼ; ἦ φίλιος φθόγγος· τίς ἀνήρ;
τί τὸ σῆμα; θρόει·
τίνες ἐκ νυκτῶν τὰς ἡμετέρας
κοίτας πλάθουσʼ; ἐνέπειν χρή.
Χορός:
φύλακες στρατιᾶς.
Ἕκτωρ:
τί φέρῃ θορύβῳ;
Χορός:
θάρσει.
Ἕκτωρ:
θαρσῶ.
μῶν τις λόχος ἐκ νυκτῶν;
[]
Χορός:
[οὐκ ἔστι.]
[]
Ἕκτωρ:
τί σὺ γὰρ
φυλακὰς προλιπὼν κινεῖς στρατιάν,
εἰ μή τινʼ ἔχων νυκτηγορίαν;
οὐκ οἶσθα δορὸς πέλας Ἀργείου
νυχίαν ἡμᾶς
κοίταν πανόπλους κατέχοντας;
Χορός:
— ὁπλίζου χέρα· συμμάχων,
Ἕκτορ, βᾶθι πρὸς εὐνάς,
ὄτρυνον ἔγχος αἴρειν, ἀφύπνισον.
— πέμπε φίλους ἰέναι ποτὶ σὸν λόχον,
ἁρμόσατε ψαλίοις ἵππους.
— τίς εἶσʼ ἐπὶ Πανθοΐδαν,
ἢ τὸν Εὐρώπας, Λυκίων ἀγὸν ἀνδρῶν;
— ποῦ σφαγίων ἔφοροι;
— ποῦ δὲ γυμνήτων μόναρχοι
τοξοφόροι τε Φρυγῶν;
— ζεύγνυτε κερόδετα τόξα νευραῖς.
Ἕκτωρ:
τὰ μὲν ἀγγέλλεις δείματʼ ἀκούειν,
τὰ δὲ θαρσύνεις, κοὐδὲν καθαρῶς.
ἀλλʼ ἦ Κρονίου Πανὸς τρομερᾷ
μάστιγι φοβῇ; [φυλακὰς δὲ λιπὼν]
[κινεῖς στρατιάν.] τί θροεῖς; τί σε φῶ
νέον ἀγγέλλειν; πολλὰ γὰρ εἰπὼν
οὐδὲν τρανῶς ἀπέδειξας.
Χορός:
— πύρʼ αἴθει στρατὸς Ἀργόλας,
Ἕκτορ, πᾶσαν ἀνʼ ὄρφναν,
διειπετῆ δὲ ναῶν πυρσοῖς σταθμά.

[¶1] Then, clear against the light,
Toward Agamemnon’s tent the whole
Army in tumult seemed to roll,
As stirred by some strange voice, shoal after shoal.
A night of such discord
Was never seen. And we, in dread
What such things boded, turned and sped
Hither; dost blame us, Lord?
HECTOR.: (after a moment of thought)
No! Welcome, friend, with all thy tale of fear!

> Greek: πᾶς δʼ Ἀγαμεμνονίαν προσέβα στρατὸς
ἐννύχιος θορύβῳ σκηνάν,
νέαν τινʼ ἐφιέμενοι
βάξιν. οὐ γάρ πω πάρος ὧδʼ ἐφοβήθη
ναυσιπόρος στρατιά.
σοὶ δʼ, ὑποπτεύων τὸ μέλλον,
ἤλυθον ἄγγελος, ὡς
μήποτʼ ἐς ἐμέ τινα μέμψιν εἴπῃς.
Ἕκτωρ:
ἐς καιρὸν ἥκεις, καίπερ ἀγγέλλων φόβον·

[¶2] It shows they mean to fly: they mean to clear
Decks in the dark and so delude my sight...
I like that beacon-burning in the night.

> Greek: ἅνδρες γὰρ ἐκ γῆς τῆσδε νυκτέρῳ πλάτῃ
λαθόντες ὄμμα τοὐμὸν ἀρεῖσθαι φυγὴν
μέλλουσι· σαίνει μʼ ἔννυχος φρυκτωρία.

[¶3] O Zeus above, who checked my conquering way,
Who baulked the hungry lion of his prey
Or ever I could sweep my country clear
Of these despoilers, dost thou hate my spear?

> Greek: ὦ δαῖμον, ὅστις μʼ εὐτυχοῦντʼ ἐνόσφισας
θοίνης λέοντα, πρὶν τὸν Ἀργείων στρατὸν
σύρδην ἅπαντα τῷδʼ ἀναλῶσαι δορί.

[¶4] Had but the sun’s bright arrows failed me not,
I ne’er had rested till the ships were hot
With fire, and through the tents upon the plain
This bloody hand had passed and passed again!

> Greek: εἰ γὰρ φαεννοὶ μὴ ξυνέσχον ἡλίου
λαμπτῆρες, οὔτἂν ἔσχον εὐτυχοῦν δόρυ,
πρὶν ναῦς πυρῶσαι καὶ διὰ σκηνῶν μολεῖν
κτείνων Ἀχαιοὺς τῇδε πολυφόνῳ χερί.

[¶5] Myself, I longed to try the battle-cast
By night, and use God’s vantage to the last,
But sage and prophet, learned in the way
Of seercraft, bade me wait for dawn of day,
And then—leave no Greek living in the land.

> Greek: κἀγὼ μὲν ἦ πρόθυμος ἱέναι δόρυ
ἐν νυκτὶ χρῆσθαί τʼ εὐτυχεῖ ῥύμῃ θεοῦ·
ἀλλʼ οἱ σοφοί με καὶ τὸ θεῖον εἰδότες
μάντεις ἔπεισαν ἡμέρας μεῖναι φάος
κἄπειτʼ Ἀχαιῶν μηδένʼ ἐν χέρσῳ λιπεῖν.

[¶6] They wait not, they, for what my prophets planned
So sagely. In the dark a runaway
Beats a pursuer.

> Greek: οἳ δʼ οὐ μένουσι τῶν ἐμῶν θυοσκόων
βουλάς· ἐν ὄρφνῃ δραπέτης μέγα σθένει.

[¶7] Through our whole array
Send runners! Bid them shake off sleep and wait
Ready with shield and spear.’Tis not too late
To catch them as they climb on board, and slash
Their crouching shoulders till the gangways splash
With blood, or teach them, fettered leg and arm,
To dig the stiff clods of some Trojan farm.

> Greek: ἀλλʼ ὡς τάχιστα χρὴ παραγγέλλειν στρατῷ
τεύχη πρόχειρα λαμβάνειν λῆξαί θʼ ὕπνου,
ὡς ἄν τις αὐτῶν καὶ νεὼς θρῴσκων ἔπι
νῶτον χαραχθεὶς κλίμακας ῥάνῃ φόνῳ,
οἳ δʼ ἐν βρόχοισι δέσμιοι λελημμένοι
Φρυγῶν ἀρούρας ἐκμάθωσι γαπονεῖν.

[¶8] LEADER.:
My Prince, thy words run fast. Nor thou nor I
Have knowledge yet that the Greeks mean to fly.

> Greek: Χορός:
Ἕκτορ, ταχύνεις πρὶν μαθεῖν τὸ δρώμενον·
ἅνδρες γὰρ εἰ φεύγουσιν οὐκ ἴσμεν τορῶς.

[¶9] HECTOR.:
What makes them light their beacons? Tell me, what?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
τίς γὰρ πύρʼ αἴθειν πρόφασις Ἀργείων στρατόν;

[¶10] LEADER.:
God knows! And, for my part, I like it not.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐκ οἶδʼ· ὕποπτον δʼ ἐστὶ κάρτʼ ἐμῇ φρενί.

[¶11] HECTOR.:
What, feared? Thou wouldst be feared of everything!

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
πάντʼ ἂν φοβηθεὶς ἴσθι, δειμαίνων τόδε.

[¶12] LEADER.:
They never lit such light before, O King.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὔπω πρὶν ἧψαν πολέμιοι τοσόνδε φῶς.

[¶13] HECTOR.:
They never fled, man, in such wild dismay.
LEADER: (yielding).

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
οὐδʼ ὧδέ γʼ αἰσχρῶς ἔπεσον ἐν τροπῇ δορός.

[¶14] ’Twas all thy work.—Judge thou, and we obey.

> Greek: Χορός:
σὺ ταῦτʼ ἔπραξας· καὶ τὰ λοιπὰ νῦν σκόπει.

[¶15] HECTOR.:
My word is simple. Arm and face the foe.
[A sound of marching without.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ἁπλοῦς ἐπʼ ἐχθροῖς μῦθος ὁπλίζειν χέρα.

[¶16] LEADER.:
Who comes? Aeneas, and in haste, as though
Fraught with some sudden tiding of the night.
Enter AENEAS.

> Greek: Χορός:
καὶ μὴν ὅδʼ Αἰνέας καὶ μάλα σπουδῇ ποδὸς
στείχει, νέον τι πρᾶγμʼ ἔχων φίλοις φράσαι.

[¶17] AENEAS.:
Hector, what means it? Watchers in affright
Who gather shouting at thy doors, and then
Hold midnight council, shaking all our men?

> Greek: Αἰνείας:
Ἕκτορ, τί χρῆμα νύκτεροι κατὰ στρατὸν
τὰς σὰς πρὸς εὐνὰς φύλακες ἐλθόντες φόβῳ
νυκτηγοροῦσι καὶ κεκίνηται· στρατός;

[¶18] HECTOR.:
To arms, Aeneas! Arm from head to heel!

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
Αἰνέα, πύκαζε τεύχεσιν δέμας σέθεν.

[¶19] AENEAS.:
What is it? Tidings? Doth the Argive steal
Some march, some ambush in the day’s eclipse?

> Greek: Αἰνείας:
τί δʼ ἔστι; μῶν τις πολεμίων ἀγγέλλεται
δόλος κρυφαῖος ἑστάναι κατʼ εὐφρόνην;

[¶20] HECTOR.:’Tis flight, man! They are marching to the ships.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
φεύγουσιν ἅνδρες κἀπιβαίνουσιν νεῶν.

[¶21] AENEAS.:
How know’st thou?—Have we proof that it is flight?

> Greek: Αἰνείας:
τί τοῦδʼ ἂν εἴποις ἀσφαλὲς τεκμήριον;

[¶22] HECTOR.:
They are burning beacon-fires the livelong night.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
αἴθουσι πᾶσαν νύκτα λαμπάδας πυρός·

[¶23] They never mean to wait till dawn. Behind
That screen of light they are climbing in the blind
Dark to their ships—unmooring from our coast.
AENEAS.: (looking toward the distant fires: after a pause)
God guide them!—Why then do you arm the host?

> Greek: καί μοι δοκοῦσιν οὐ μενεῖν ἐς αὔριον,
ἀλλʼ ἐκκέαντες πύρσʼ ἐπʼ εὐσέλμων νεῶν
φυγῇ πρὸς οἴκους τῆσδʼ ἀφορμήσειν χθονός.
Αἰνείας:
σὺ δʼ ὡς τί δράσων πρὸς τάδʼ ὁπλίζῃ χέρας;

[¶24] HECTOR.:
I mean to lame them in their climbing, I
And my good spear, and break them as they fly.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
φεύγοντας αὐτοὺς κἀπιθρῴσκοντας νεῶν
λόγχῃ καθέξω κἀπικείσομαι βαρύς·

[¶25] Black shame it were, and folly worse than shame,
To let these spoilers go the road they came
Unpunished, when God gives them to us here.

> Greek: αἰσχρὸν γὰρ ἡμῖν, καὶ πρὸς αἰσχύνῃ κακόν,
θεοῦ διδόντος πολεμίους ἄνευ μάχης
φεύγειν ἐᾶσαι πολλὰ δράσαντας κακά.

[¶26] AENEAS.:
Brother, I would thy wit were like thy spear!

> Greek: Αἰνείας:
εἴθʼ ἦσθʼ ἀνὴρ εὔβουλος ὡς δρᾶσαι χερί.

[¶27] But Nature wills not one man should be wise
In all things; each must seek his separate prize.
And thine is battle pure. There comes this word
Of beacons, on the touch thy soul is stirred:
“They fly! Out horse and chariots!”—Out withal
Past stake and trench, while night hangs like a pall!

> Greek: ἀλλʼ οὐ γὰρ αὑτὸς πάντʼ ἐπίστασθαι βροτῶν
πέφυκεν· ἄλλῳ δʼ ἄλλο πρόσκειται γέρας,
σὲ μὲν μάχεσθαι, τοὺς δὲ βουλεύειν καλῶς·
ὅστις πυρὸς λαμπτῆρας ἐξήρθης κλύων
φλέγειν Ἀχαιούς, καὶ στρατὸν μέλλεις ἄγειν
τάφρους ὑπερβὰς νυκτὸς ἐν καταστάσει.

[¶28] Say, when we cross that coiling depth of dyke,
We find the foe not fled, but turned to strike;
One check there, and all hope of good return
Is gone. How can our men, returning, learn
The tricks of the palisade? The chariots how
Keep to the bridges on the trenches’ brow,
Save with jammed wheels and broken axles? Aye,
And say thou conquer: other wars yet lie
Before thee. Peleus’ son, for all his ire,
Will never let thee touch the ships with fire
Or pounce on his Greek lambs. The man will bide
No wrong and standeth on a tower of pride.

> Greek: καίτοι περάσας κοῖλον αὐλώνων βάθος,
εἰ μὴ κυρήσεις πολεμίους ἀπὸ χθονὸς
φεύγοντας, ἀλλὰ σὸν βλέποντας ἐς δόρυ,
νικώμενος μὲν οὔτι μὴ μόλῃς πάλιν·
πῶς γὰρ περάσει σκόλοπας ἐν τροπῇ στρατός;
πῶς δʼ αὖ γεφύρας διαβαλοῦσʼ ἱππηλάται,
ἢν ἆρα μὴ θραύσαντες ἀντύγων χνόας;
νικῶν δʼ ἔφεδρον παῖδʼ ἔχεις τὸν Πηλέως,
ὅς σʼ οὐκ ἐάσει ναυσὶν ἐμβαλεῖν φλόγα,
οὐδʼ ὧδʼ Ἀχαιούς, ὡς δοκεῖς, ἀναρπάσαι.
αἴθων γὰρ ἁνὴρ καὶ πεπύργωται χερί.

[¶29] Nay, brother, let the army, head on shield,
Sleep off its long day’s labour in the field:
Then, send a spy; find someone who will dare
Creep to yon Argive camp. Then, if ’tis clear
They mean flight, on and smite them as they fly.

> Greek: ἀλλὰ στρατὸν μὲν ἥσυχον παρʼ ἀσπίδας
εὕδειν ἐῶμεν ἐκ κόπων ἀρειφάτων,
κατάσκοπον δὲ πολεμίων, ὃς ἂν θέλῃ,
πέμπειν δοκεῖ μοι· κἂν μὲν αἴρωνται φυγήν,
στείχοντες ἐμπέσωμεν Ἀργείων στρατῷ·

[¶30] Else, if the beacons hide some strategy,
The spy will read it out, and we can call
A council.—Thus speak I, my general.

> Greek: εἰ δʼ ἐς δόλον τινʼ ἥδʼ ἄγει φρυκτωρία,
μαθόντες ἐχθρῶν μηχανὰς κατασκόπου
βουλευσόμεσθα· τήνδʼ ἔχω γνώμην, ἄναξ.

[¶31] CHORUS.:’Tis good!’Tis wisdom! Prince, give heed
And change the word thy passion gave.

> Greek: Χορός:
τάδε δοκεῖ, τάδε μεταθέμενος νόει.
σφαλερὰ δʼ οὐ φιλῶ στρατηγῶν κράτη.

[¶32] No soldier loveth, in his need,
The glory of a chief too brave.
A spy is best: a spy, to learn
For what strange work those beacons burn
All night beside the guarded wave.

> Greek: τί γὰρ ἄμεινον ἢ
ταχυβάταν νεῶν κατόπταν μολεῖν
πέλας ὅ τί ποτʼ ἄρα δαΐοις
πυρὰ κατʼ ἀντίπρῳρα ναυστάθμων δαίεται;

[¶33] HECTOR.:
Ye all so wish it?—Well, ye conquer me.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
νικᾶτʼ, ἐπειδὴ πᾶσιν ἁνδάνει τάδε.

[¶34] (To AENEAS) Go thou and calm the allies. There will be
Some stir among them, hearing of these high
And midnight councils.—I will seek the spy
To send to the Greek camp. If there we learn
Of some plot hatching, on the man’s return
I straight will call thee and share counsels. So.

> Greek: στείχων δὲ κοίμα συμμάχους· τάχʼ ἂν στρατὸς
κινοῖτʼ ἀκούσας νυκτέρους ἐκκλησίας.
ἐγὼ δὲ πέμψω πολεμίων κατάσκοπον.
κἂν μέν τινʼ ἐχθρῶν μηχανὴν πυθώμεθα,
σὺ πάντʼ ἀκούσῃ καὶ παρὼν εἴσῃ λόγον·

[¶35] But wait attentive. If he says they go
Shipward and plan to escape, one trumpet call
Shall warn thee, and I wait no more, but fall
On camp and hulls, or ever dawn can rise.

> Greek: ἐὰν δʼ ἀπαίρωσʼ ἐς φυγὴν ὁρμώμενοι,
σάλπιγγος αὐδὴν προσδοκῶν καραδόκει,
ὡς οὐ μενοῦντά μʼ· ἀλλὰ προσμείξω νεῶν
ὁλκοῖσι νυκτὸς τῆσδʼ ἐπʼ Ἀργείων στρατῷ.

[¶36] AENEAS.:
Aye, haste and send him. Now thy plans are wise,
And when need comes I am with thee, sword by sword. [Exit AENEAS.
HECTOR: (turning to the Guards and other soldiers).

> Greek: Αἰνείας:
πέμφʼ ὡς τάχιστα· νῦν γὰρ ἀσφαλῶς φρονεῖς.
σὺν σοὶ δʼ ἔμʼ ὄψῃ καρτεροῦνθʼ, ὅταν δέῃ.

[¶37] Ye gathered Trojans, sharers of my word,
Who dares to creep through the Greek lines alone?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
τίς δῆτα Τρώων οἳ πάρεισιν ἐν λόγῳ
θέλει κατόπτης ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων μολεῖν;

[¶38] Who will so help his fatherland?

> Greek: τίς ἂν γένοιτο τῆσδε γῆς εὐεργέτης;

[¶39] Doth none
Offer? Must I do everything, one hand
Alone, to save our allies and our land?
[A lean dark man pushes forward from the back.

> Greek: τίς φησιν; οὔτοι πάντʼ ἐγὼ δυνήσομαι
πόλει πατρῴᾳ συμμάχοις θʼ ὑπηρετεῖν.

[¶40] DOLON:
I, Prince!—I offer for our City’s sake
To go disguised to the Greek ships, to make
Their counsels mine, and here bring word to thee.
If that be thy full service, I agree.

> Greek: Δόλων:
ἐγὼ πρὸ γαίας τόνδε κίνδυνον θέλω
ῥίψας κατόπτης ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων μολεῖν,
καὶ πάντʼ Ἀχαιῶν ἐκμαθὼν βουλεύματα
ἥξω· ἐπὶ τούτοις τόνδʼ ὑφίσταμαι πόνον.

[¶41] HECTOR.:
Dolon the Wolf! A wise wolf and a true!
Thy father’s house was praised when first I knew
Troy: this shall raise it twofold in our eyes.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ἐπώνυμος μὲν κάρτα καὶ φιλόπτολις
Δόλων· πατρὸς δὲ καὶ πρὶν εὐκλεᾶ δόμον
νῦν δὶς τόσως ἔθηκας εὐκλεέστερον.

[¶42] DOLON.:’Tis wise to do good work, but also wise
To pay the worker. Aye, and fair reward
Makes twofold pleasure, though the work be hard.

> Greek: Δόλων:
οὐκοῦν πονεῖν μὲν χρή, πονοῦντα δʼ ἄξιον
μισθὸν φέρεσθαι. παντὶ γὰρ προσκείμενον
κέρδος πρὸς ἔργῳ τὴν χάριν τίκτει διπλῆν.

[¶43] HECTOR.:
So be it: an honest rule. Do thou lay down
What guerdon likes thee best—short of my crown.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ναί, καὶ δίκαια ταῦτα κοὐκ ἄλλως λέγω.
τάξαι δὲ μισθόν, πλὴν ἐμῆς τυραννίδος.

[¶44] DOLON.:
I care not for thy crowned and care-fraught life.

> Greek: Δόλων:
οὐ σῆς ἐρῶμεν πολιόχου τυραννίδος.

[¶45] HECTOR.:
Wouldst have a daughter of the King to wife?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
σὺ δʼ ἀλλὰ γήμας Πριαμιδῶν γαμβρὸς γενοῦ.

[¶46] DOLON.:
I seek no mate that might look down on me.

> Greek: Δόλων:
οὐδʼ ἐξ ἐμαυτοῦ μειζόνων γαμεῖν θέλω.

[¶47] HECTOR.:
Good gold is ready, if that tempteth thee.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
χρυσὸς πάρεστιν, εἰ τόδʼ αἰτήσεις γέρας.

[¶48] DOLON.:
We live at ease and have no care for gold.

> Greek: Δόλων:
ἀλλʼ ἔστʼ ἐν οἴκοις· οὐ βίου σπανίζομεν.

[¶49] HECTOR.:
Well, Troy hath other treasures manifold.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
τί δῆτα χρῄζεις ὧν κέκευθεν Ἴλιος;

[¶50] DOLON.:
Pay me not now, but when the Greeks are ta’en.

> Greek: Δόλων:
ἑλὼν Ἀχαιοὺς δῶρά μοι ξυναίνεσον.

[¶51] HECTOR.:
The Greeks!... Choose any save the Atridae twain.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
δώσω· σὺ δʼ αἴτει πλὴν στρατηλάτας νεῶν.

[¶52] DOLON.:
Kill both, an it please thee. I make prayer for none.

> Greek: Δόλων:
κτεῖνʼ, οὔ σʼ ἀπαιτῶ Μενέλεω σχέσθαι χέρα.

[¶53] HECTOR.:
Thou wilt not ask for Ajax, Ileus’ son?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
οὐ μὴν τὸν Ἰλέως παῖδά μʼ ἐξαιτῇ λαβεῖν;

[¶54] DOLON.:
A princely hand is skilless at the plough.

> Greek: Δόλων:
κακαὶ γεωργεῖν χεῖρες εὖ τεθραμμέναι.

[¶55] HECTOR.:’Tis ransom, then?... What prisoner cravest thou?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
τίνʼ οὖν Ἀχαιῶν ζῶντʼ ἀποινᾶσθαι θέλεις;

[¶56] DOLON.:
I said before, of gold we have our fill.

> Greek: Δόλων:
καὶ πρόσθεν εἶπον· ἔστι χρυσὸς ἐν δόμοις.

[¶57] HECTOR.:
For spoils and armour... thou shalt choose at will.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
καὶ μὴν λαφύρων γʼ αὐτὸς αἱρήσῃ παρών.

[¶58] DOLON.:
Nail them for trophies on some temple wall.

> Greek: Δόλων:
θεοῖσιν αὐτὰ πασσάλευε πρὸς δόμοις.

[¶59] HECTOR.:
What seeks the man? What prize more rich than all?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
τί δῆτα μεῖζον τῶνδέ μʼ αἰτήσεις γέρας;

[¶60] DOLON.:
Achilles’ horses! Murmurs of surprise.
Yes, I need a great
Prize. I am dicing for my life with Fate.

> Greek: Δόλων:
ἵππους Ἀχιλλέως· χρὴ δʼ ἐπʼ ἀξίοις πονεῖν
ψυχὴν προβάλλοντʼ ἐν κύβοισι δαίμονος.

[¶61] HECTOR.:’Fore God, I am thy rival, if thy love
Lies there. Undying was the breed thereof,
And these shall never die, who bear to war
Great Peleus’ son, swift gleaming like a star.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
καὶ μὴν ἐρῶντί γʼ ἀντερᾷς ἵππων ἐμοί·
ἐξ ἀφθίτων γὰρ ἄφθιτοι πεφυκότες
τὸν Πηλέως φέρουσι θούριον γόνον·

[¶62] Poseidon, rider of the wild sea-drift,
Tamed them, men say, and gave them for his gift
To Peleus.—None the less, since I have stirred
Hopes, I will baulk them not. I pledge my word,
Achilles’ steeds, a rare prize, shall be thine.

> Greek: δίδωσι δʼ αὐτοὺς πωλοδαμνήσας ἄναξ
Πηλεῖ Ποσειδῶν, ὡς λέγουσι, πόντιος.
ἀλλʼ οὔ σʼ ἐπάρας ψεύσομαι· δώσω δέ σοι,
κάλλιστον οἴκοις κτῆμʼ, Ἀχιλλέως ὄχον.

[¶63] DOLON.:
I thank thee.—’Tis indeed a prize more fine
Than all in Troy.—
Grudge me not that; there be
Guerdons abundant for a Prince like thee.
Exit HECTOR.

> Greek: Δόλων:
αἰνῶ· λαβὼν δʼ ἄν φημι κάλλιστον Φρυγῶν
δῶρον δέχεσθαι τῆς ἐμῆς εὐσπλαγχνίας.
σὲ δʼ οὐ φθονεῖν χρή· μυρίʼ ἔστιν ἄλλα σοι,
ἐφʼ οἷσι τέρψῃ τῆσδʼ ἀριστεύων χθονός.

[¶64] CHORUS.:
O peril strange, O fearful prize!

> Greek: Χορός:
μέγας ἀγών, μεγάλα δʼ ἐπινοεῖς ἑλεῖν·

[¶65] Yet win it and thy life hath wings:

> Greek: μακάριός γε μὴν κυρήσας ἔσῃ.

[¶66] A deed of glory in men’s eyes,
A greatness, to be wooed of kings.

> Greek: πόνος ὅδʼ εὐκλεής·
μέγα δὲ κοιράνοισι γαμβρὸν πέλειν.

[¶67] If God but hearken to the right,
Thou drinkest to the full this night
The cup of man’s imaginings.
DOLON.: He stands waiting a moment looking out into the dark.

> Greek: τὰ θεόθεν ἐπιδέτω Δίκα,
τὰ δὲ παρʼ ἀνδράσιν τέλειά σοι φαίνεται.

[¶68] There lies the way.—But first I must go find
At home some body-shelter to my mind;
Then, forward to the ships of Argolis!

> Greek: Δόλων:
στείχοιμʼ ἄν· ἐλθὼν ⟨δʼ⟩ ἐς δόμους ἐφέστιος
σκευῇ πρεπόντως σῶμʼ ἐμὸν καθάψομαι,
κἀκεῖθεν ἥσω ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων πόδα.

[¶69] LEADER.:
What other raiment wilt thou need than this?

> Greek: Χορός:
ἐπεὶ τίνʼ ἄλλην ἀντὶ τῆσδʼ ἕξεις στολήν;

[¶70] DOLON.:
A garb for work, for night; a thieving guise.

> Greek: Δόλων:
πρέπουσαν ἔργῳ κλωπικοῖς τε βήμασι.

[¶71] LEADER.:’Tis good to learn the wisdoms of the wise.

> Greek: Χορός:
σοφοῦ παρʼ ἀνδρὸς χρὴ σοφόν τι μανθάνειν·

[¶72] What will thy wrapping be?

> Greek: λέξον, τίς ἔσται τοῦδε σώματος σαγή;

[¶73] DOLON.:
A grey wolf’s hide
Shall wrap my body close on either side;
My head shall be the mask of gleaming teeth,
My arms fit in the forepaws, like a sheath,
My thighs in the hinder parts. No Greek shall tell
’Tis not a wolf that walks, half visible,
On four feet by the trenches and around
The ship-screen. When it comes to empty ground
It stands on two.—That is the plan, my friend!

> Greek: Δόλων:
λύκειον ἀμφὶ νῶτʼ ἐνάψομαι δορὰν
καὶ χάσμα θηρὸς ἀμφʼ ἐμῷ θήσω κάρᾳ,
βάσιν τε χερσὶ προσθίαν καθαρμόσας
καὶ κῶλα κώλοις, τετράπουν μιμήσομαι
λύκου κέλευθον πολεμίοις δυσεύρετον,
τάφροις πελάζων καὶ νεῶν προβλήμασιν.
ὅταν δʼ ἔρημον χῶρον ἐμβαίνω ποδί,
δίβαμος εἶμι· τῇδε σύγκειται δόλος.

[¶74] LEADER.:
Now Maian Hermes guide thee to thy end
And home safe! Well he loves all counterfeit...

> Greek: Χορός:
ἀλλʼ εὖ σʼ ὁ Μαίας παῖς ἐκεῖσε καὶ πάλιν
πέμψειεν Ἑρμῆς, ὅς γε φηλητῶν ἄναξ.

[¶75] Good work is there; may good luck go with it!
DOLON: (to himself, gazing out toward the Greek camp).

> Greek: ἔχεις δὲ τοὔργον· εὐτυχεῖν μόνον σε δεῖ.

[¶76] There, and then back!... And on this belt shall bleed
Odysseus’ head—or why not Diomede?—
To prove my truth. Ere dawn can touch the land
I shall be here, and blood upon my hand.
Exit DOLON.

> Greek: Δόλων:
σωθήσομαί γε καὶ κτανὼν Ὀδυσσέως
οἴσω κάρα σοι — σύμβολον δʼ ἔχων σαφὲς
φήσεις Δόλωνα ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων μολεῖν —
ἢ παῖδα Τυδέως· οὐδʼ ἀναιμάκτῳ χερὶ
ἥξω πρὸς οἴκους πρὶν φάος μολεῖν χθόνα.

[¶77] CHORUS.:
Thymbraean, Delian, Birth divine,
That walkest Lycia’s inmost shrine,
Come, strong to guard, to guide, to follow,
Come, bow in hand and girt with night,
To help thy Dardans as of old,
When stone by stone thy music rolled—
O conquering Strength, O Sire Apollo!—
Young Ilion into towers of light.

> Greek: Χορός:
Θυμβραῖε καὶ Δάλιε καὶ Λυκίας
ναὸν ἐμβατεύων
Ἄπολλον, ὦ δία κεφαλά, μόλε τοξή-
ρης, ἱκοῦ ἐννύχιος
καὶ γενοῦ σωτήριος ἀνέρι πομπᾶς
ἁγεμὼν καὶ ξύλλαβε Δαρδανίδαις,
ὦ παγκρατές, ὦ Τροΐας
τείχη παλαιὰ δείμας.

[¶78] CHORUS.:
Grant that he reach the shipyard, creep
Keen-eyed through all that host asleep,
Then back to home and hearth, yet living,
Where now his father prays alone:

> Greek: Χορός:
μόλοι δὲ ναυκλήρια, καὶ στρατιᾶς
Ἑλλάδος διόπτας
ἵκοιτο, καὶ κάμψειε πάλιν θυμέλας οἴ-
κων πατρὸς Ἰλιάδας.

[¶79] Yea, grant that, when the Greeks are slain,
Our wolf shall mount with scourge and rein
Those coursers of the sea-god’s giving,
Whom Peleus drove in days foregone.

> Greek: Φθιάδων δʼ ἵππων ποτʼ ἐπʼ ἄντυγα βαίη,
δεσπότου πέρσαντος Ἀχαιὸν Ἄρη,
τὰς πόντιος Αἰακίδᾳ
Πηλεῖ δίδωσι δαίμων.

[¶80] CHORUS.:
Alone in those Greek ships to stake
His life, for home and country’s sake:’Tis wondrous! Few be hearts so true
When seas across the bulwark break,
And sunlight sickens o’er the crew.
Ah, Phrygia still hath hearts of rock!

> Greek: Χορός:
ἐπεὶ πρό τʼ οἴκων πρό τε γᾶς ἔτλα μόνος
ναύσταθμα βὰς κατιδεῖν· ἄγαμαι
λήματος· ἦ σπανία ⟨τις⟩
τῶν ἀγαθῶν, ὅταν ᾖ
δυσάλιος ἐν πελάγει
καὶ σαλεύῃ
πόλις. ἔστι Φρυγῶν τις ἔστιν ἄλκιμος·

[¶81] The Phrygian spear flies fast and far!
Where shall ye find the fool to mock
Our works in war?

> Greek: ἔνι δὲ θράσος ἐν αἰχ-
μᾷ· πόθι Μυσῶν ὃς ἐμὰν
συμμαχίαν ἀτίζει;

[¶82] CHORUS.:
Whom will he stab a-sleeping, whom,
The quick grey wolf, the crawling doom?
Grant that he slay the Spartan! Nay,
Or Agamemnon’s head and plume
To Helen bear at dawn of day!
A lightsome dawn to hear her wail
Her brother sworn, her King who came
To Ilion with his thousand sail,
And swords, and flame! As the song ends DOLON reappears, in the disguise of a wolf. The Guards gather round him, bidding him godspeed as he crawls off in the dark towards the Greek camp. Meantime from the direction of Mount Ida has entered a SHEPHERD who goes to HECTOR’S door and calls. The Guards seeing him return to their places.

> Greek: Χορός:
τίνʼ ἄνδρʼ Ἀχαιῶν ὁ πεδοστιβὴς σφαγεὺς
οὐτάσει ἐν κλισίαις, τετράπουν
μῖμον ἔχων ἐπιγαίου
θηρός; ἕλοι Μενέλαν,
κτανὼν δʼ Ἀγαμεμνόνιον
κρᾶτʼ ἐνέγκοι
Ἑλένᾳ κακόγαμβρον ἐς χέρας γόον,
ὃς ἐπὶ πόλιν, ὃς ἐπὶ
γᾶν Τροΐαν χιλιόναυν
ἤλυθʼ ἔχων στρατείαν.

[¶83] SHEPHERD.:
Ho, Master! Enter HECTOR from tent.
I would it ofttimes were my luck to share
As goodly news with thee as now I bear.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος Ποιμήν:
ἄναξ, τοιούτων δεσπόταισιν ἄγγελος
εἴην τὸ λοιπὸν οἷά σοι φέρω μαθεῖν.

[¶84] HECTOR.:
What dulness hangs about these shepherds! Block,
Com’st thou to us with tidings of thy flock
Here in the field in arms? Who wants thee here?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ἦ πόλλʼ ἀγρώταις σκαιὰ πρόσκειται φρενί·
καὶ γὰρ σὺ ποίμνας δεσπόταις τευχεσφόροις
ἥκειν ἔοικας ἀγγελῶν ἵνʼ οὐ πρέπει.

[¶85] Thou know’st my house; thou know’st my father’s.
There
Tell all about thy lucky lambs.—Now go.

> Greek: οὐκ οἶσθα δῶμα τοὐμὸν ἢ θρόνους πατρός,
οἷ χρῆν γεγωνεῖν σʼ εὐτυχοῦντα ποίμνια;

[¶86] SHEPHERD.:
Dull wits, we shepherds! Aye,’twas alway so.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος:
σκαιοὶ βοτῆρές ἐσμεν· οὐκ ἄλλως λέγω.

[¶87] Yet still, there is some good news to be told.

> Greek: ἀλλʼ οὐδὲν ἧσσον σοι φέρω κεδνοὺς λόγους.

[¶88] HECTOR.:
A truce there to thy gossip of the fold!

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
παῦσαι λέγων μοι τὰς προσαυλείους τύχας·

[¶89] Our dealings are of war, of sword and spear.
He turns to go.

> Greek: μάχας πρὸ χειρῶν καὶ δόρη βαστάζομεν.

[¶90] SHEPHERD.:
Aye; so were mine. That is what brought me here.
HECTOR’S manner changes.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος:
τοιαῦτα κἀγὼ σημανῶν ἐλήλυθα·

[¶91] A chief comes yonder, leading a great band
Of spears, with help to thee and all the land.

> Greek: ἀνὴρ γὰρ ἀλκῆς μυρίας στρατηλατῶν
στείχει φίλος σοὶ σύμμαχός τε τῇδε γῇ.

[¶92] HECTOR.:
From whence? How do his name and lineage run?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ποίας πατρῴας γῆς ἐρημώσας πέδον;

[¶93] SHEPHERD.:
He comes from Thrace, the River Strymon’s son.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος:
Θρῄκης· πατρὸς δὲ Στρυμόνος κικλήσκεται.

[¶94] HECTOR.:
Rhesus! Not Rhesus, here on Trojan soil?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
Ῥῆσον τιθέντʼ ἔλεξας ἐν Τροίᾳ πόδα;

[¶95] SHEPHERD.:
Thou hast guessed. That eases me of half my toil.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος:
ἔγνως· λόγου δὲ δὶς τόσου μʼ ἐκούφισας.

[¶96] HECTOR.:
What makes he there towards Ida? All astray
Thus from the plain and the broad waggon-way!

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
καὶ πῶς πρὸς Ἴδης ὀργάδας πορεύεται,
πλαγχθεὶς πλατείας πεδιάδος θʼ ἁμαξιτοῦ;

[¶97] SHEPHERD.:
I know not rightly, though one well may guess.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος:
οὐκ οἶδʼ ἀκριβῶς· εἰκάσαι γε μὴν πάρα.

[¶98] ’Tis hard to land at night, with such a press
Of spears, on a strange coast, where rumours tell
Of foes through all the plain-land. We that dwell
On Ida, in the rock, Troy’s ancient root
And hearth-stone, were well frighted, through the mute
And wolfish thickets thus to hear him break.

> Greek: νυκτὸς γὰρ οὔτι φαῦλον ἐμβαλεῖν στρατόν,
κλύοντα πλήρη πεδία πολεμίας χερός.
φόβον δʼ ἀγρώσταις, οἳ κατʼ Ἰδαῖον λέπας
οἰκοῦμεν αὐτόρριζον ἑστίαν χθονός,
παρέσχε δρυμὸν νυκτὸς ἔνθηρον μολών.

[¶99] A great and rushing noise those Thracians make,
Marching. We, all astonied, ran to drive
Our sheep to the upmost heights.’Twas some Argive,
We thought, who came to sweep the mountain clear
And waste thy folds; till suddenly our ear
Caught at their speech, and knew ’twas nothing Greek.
Then all our terror fled. I ran to seek
Some scout or pioneer who led the van
And called in Thracian: “Ho, what child of man”
“Doth lead you? From what nation do ye bring”
“This host with aid to Ilion and her king?”

> Greek: πολλῇ γὰρ ἠχῇ Θρῄκιος ῥέων στρατὸς
ἔστειχε· θάμβει δʼ ἐκπλαγέντες ἵεμεν
ποίμνας πρὸς ἄκρας, μή τις Ἀργείων μόλῃ
λεηλατήσων καὶ σὰ πορθήσων σταθμά,
πρὶν δὴ διʼ ὤτων γῆρυν οὐχ Ἑλληνικὴν
ἐδεξάμεσθα καὶ μετέστημεν φόβου.
στείχων δʼ ἄνακτος προυξερευνητὰς ὁδοῦ
ἀνιστόρησα Θρῃκίοις προσφθέγμασι,
Τίς ὁ στρατηγὸς καὶ τίνος κεκλημένος
στείχει πρὸς ἄστυ Πριαμίδαισι σύμμαχος;

[¶100] He told me what I sought, and there I stood
Watching; and saw one gleaming like a God,
Tall in the darkness on a Thracian car.

> Greek: καὶ πάντʼ ἀκούσας ὧν ἐφιέμην μαθεῖν,
ἔστην· ὁρῶ δὲ Ῥῆσον ὥστε δαίμονα
ἑστῶτʼ ἐν ἵπποις Θρῃκίοις τʼ ὀχήμασι.

[¶101] A plate of red gold mated, like a bar,
His coursers’ necks, white, white as fallen snow.

> Greek: χρυσῆ δὲ πλάστιγξ αὐχένα ζυγηφόρον
πώλων ἔκλῃε χιόνος ἐξαυγεστέρων.

[¶102] A carven targe, with golden shapes aglow,
Hung o’er his back. Before each courser’s head
A Gorgon, to the frontlet riveted,
With bells set round-like stories that they tell
Of Pallas’ shield-made music terrible.

> Greek: πέλτη δʼ ἐπʼ ὤμων χρυσοκολλήτοις τύποις
ἔλαμπε· Γοργὼν δʼ ὡς ἐπʼ αἰγίδος θεᾶς
χαλκῆ μετώποις ἱππικοῖσι πρόσδετος
πολλοῖσι σὺν κώδωσιν ἐκτύπει φόβον.

[¶103] The numbers of that host no pen could write
Nor reckon;’tis a multitudinous sight,
Long lines of horsemen, lines of targeteers,
Archers abundant; and behind them veers
A wavering horde, light-armed, in Thracian weed.

> Greek: στρατοῦ δὲ πλῆθος οὐδʼ ἂν ἐν ψήφου λόγῳ
θέσθαι δυναίμην, ὡς ἄπλατον ἦν ἰδεῖν,
πολλοὶ μὲν ἱππῆς, πολλὰ πελταστῶν τέλη,
πολλοὶ δʼ ἀτράκτων τοξόται, πολὺς δʼ ὄχλος
γυμνὴς ὁμαρτῇ, Θρῃκίαν ἔχων στολήν.

[¶104] A friend is come to Ilion in her need
’Gainst whom no Argive, let him fly or stand,
Shall aught avail nor ’scape his conquering hand.

> Greek: τοιόσδε Τροίᾳ σύμμαχος πάρεστʼ ἀνήρ,
ὃν οὔτε φεύγων οὔθʼ ὑποσταθεὶς δορὶ
ὁ Πηλέως παῖς ἐκφυγεῖν δυνήσεται.

[¶105] LEADER.:
Lo, when the Gods breathe gently o’er a town,
All runs to good, as water-streams run down.
HECTOR.: (bitterly)
Aye, when my spear hath fortune, when God sends
His favour, I shall find abundant friends.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὅταν πολίταις εὐσταθῶσι δαίμονες,
ἕρπει κατάντης ξυμφορὰ πρὸς τἀγαθά.
Ἕκτωρ:
πολλούς, ἐπειδὴ τοὐμὸν εὐτυχεῖ δόρυ
καὶ Ζεὺς πρὸς ἡμῶν ἐστιν, εὑρήσω φίλους.

[¶106] I need them not; who never came of yore
To help us, when we rolled to death before
The war-swell, and the wind had ripped our sail.

> Greek: ἀλλʼ οὐδὲν αὐτῶν δεόμεθʼ, οἵτινες πάλαι
μὴ ξυμπονοῦσιν, ἡνίκʼ ἐξώστης Ἄρης
ἔθραυε λαίφη τῆσδε γῆς μέγας πνέων.

[¶107] Then Rhesus taught us Trojans what avail
His words are.—He comes early to the feast;
Where was he when the hunters met the beast?
Where, when we sank beneath the Argive spear?

> Greek: Ῥῆσος δʼ ἔδειξεν οἷος ἦν Τροίᾳ φίλος·
ἥκει γὰρ ἐς δαῖτʼ, οὐ παρὼν κυνηγέταις
αἱροῦσι λείαν οὐδὲ συγκαμὼν δορί.

[¶108] LEADER.:
Well may’st thou mock and blame thy friend. Yet here
He comes with help for Troy. Accept him thou.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὀρθῶς ἀτίζεις κἀπίμομφος εἶ φίλοις·
δέχου δὲ τοὺς θέλοντας ὠφελεῖν πόλιν.

[¶109] HECTOR.:
We are enough, who have held the wall till now.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ἀρκοῦμεν οἱ σῴζοντες Ἴλιον πάλαι.

[¶110] LEADER.:
Master, dost think already that our foe
Is ta’en?

> Greek: Χορός:
πέποιθας ἤδη πολεμίους ᾑρηκέναι;

[¶111] HECTOR.:
I do. To-morrow’s light will show.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
πέποιθα· δείξει τοὐπιὸν σέλας θεοῦ.

[¶112] LEADER.:
Have care. Fate often flings a backward cast.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὅρα τὸ μέλλον· πόλλʼ ἀναστρέφει θεός.

[¶113] HECTOR.:
I hate the help that comes when need is past...

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
μισῶ φίλοισιν ὕστερον βοηδρομεῖν.

[¶114] Howbeit, once come, I bid him welcome here
As guest—not war-friend; guest to share our cheer.

> Greek: ὃ δʼ οὖν, ἐπείπερ ἦλθε, σύμμαχος μὲν οὔ,
ξένος δὲ πρὸς τράπεζαν ἡκέτω ξένων·

[¶115] The thanks are lost, he might have won from us.

> Greek: χάρις γὰρ αὐτῷ Πριαμιδῶν διώλετο.

[¶116] LEADER.:
My general, to reject an ally thus
Must needs make hatred.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἄναξ, ἀπωθεῖν συμμάχους ἐπίφθονον.

[¶117] SHEPHERD.:
The mere sight of those
I saw would sure cast fear upon our foes.
HECTOR.: (yielding reluctantly, with a laugh)
Ah, well; thy words are prudent; and (To SHEPHERD) thine eyes
See glorious things. With all these panoplies
Of gold that filled our Shepherd’s heart with joy,
Bid Rhesus welcome, as war-friend to Troy.
Exit SHEPHERD; HECTOR returns to his tent, amid the joy of the soldiers.

> Greek: Ἄγγελος:
φόβος γένοιτʼ ἂν πολεμίοις ὀφθεὶς μόνον.
Ἕκτωρ:
σύ τʼ εὖ παραινεῖς καὶ σὺ καιρίως σκοπεῖς.
ὁ χρυσοτευχὴς δʼ οὕνεκʼ ἀγγέλου λόγων
Ῥῆσος παρέστω τῇδε σύμμαχος χθονί.

[¶118] CHORUS.:
Now Adrasteia be near and guard
Our lips from sin, lest the end be hard!

> Greek: Χορός:
Ἀδράστεια μὲν ἁ Διὸς
παῖς εἴργοι στομάτων φθόνον·

[¶119] But he cometh, he cometh, the Child of the River!
The pride of my heart it shall roll unbarred.

> Greek: φράσω γὰρ δὴ ὅσον μοι ψυχᾷ
προσφιλές ἐστιν εἰπεῖν.

[¶120] We craved thy coming; yea, need was strong
In the Hall of thy lovers, O child of Song;
Thy mother the Muse and her fair-bridged River
They held thee from us so long, so long!
CHORUS.:
By Strymon’s torrent alone she sang,
And Strymon shivered and coiled and sprang;
And her arms went wide to the wild sweet water,
And the love of the River around her rang.

> Greek: ἥκεις, ὦ ποταμοῦ παῖ,
ἥκεις, ἐπλάθης Φιλίου πρὸς αὐλὰν
ἀσπαστός, ἐπεί σε χρόνῳ
Πιερὶς μάτηρ ὅ τε καλλιγέφυ-
ρος ποταμὸς πορεύει
Χορός:
Στρυμών, ὅς ποτε τᾶς μελῳ-
δοῦ Μούσας διʼ ἀκηράτων
δινηθεὶς ὑδροειδὴς κόλπων
σὰν ἐφύτευσεν ἥβαν.

[¶121] We hail thee, Fruit of the River’s seed,
Young Zeus of the Dawn, on thy starry steed!

> Greek: σύ μοι Ζεὺς ὁ φαναῖος
ἥκεις διφρεύων βαλιαῖσι πώλοις.

[¶122] O ancient City, O Ida’s daughter,
Is God the Deliverer found indeed?

> Greek: νῦν, ὦ πατρὶς ὦ Φρυγία,
ξὺν θεῷ νῦν σοι τὸν ἐλευθέριον
Ζῆνα πάρεστιν εἰπεῖν.

[¶123] CHORUS.:
And men shall tell of thee, Ilion mine,
Once more a-harping at day’s decline,’Mid laughing of lovers and lays and dances
And challenge on challenge of circling wine?
When the Greek is smitten that day shall be,
And fled to Argolis over the sea:
O mighty of hand, O leader of lances,
Smite him, and heaven be good to thee!

> Greek: Χορός:
ἆρά ποτʼ αὖθις ἁ παλαιὰ Τροΐα
τοὺς προπότας παναμερεύ-
σει θιάσους ἐρώτων
ψαλμοῖσι καὶ κυλίκων οἰνοπλανή-
τοις ὑποδεξίαις ἁμίλ-
λαις κατὰ πόντον Ἀτρειδᾶν
Σπάρταν οἰχομένων
Ἰλιάδος παρʼ ἀκτᾶς;
ὦ φίλος, εἴθε μοι
σᾷ χερὶ καὶ σῷ δορὶ πρά-
ξας τάδʼ ἐς οἶκον ἔλθοις.

[¶124] CHORUS.:
Thou Rider golden and swift and sheer,
Achilles falters: appear! appear!
The car like flame where the red shield leapeth,
The fell white steeds and the burning spear!
No Greek shall boast he hath seen thy face
And danced again in the dancing place;
And the land shall laugh for the sheaves she reapeth,
Of spoilers dead by a sword from Thrace.
Enter RHESUS in dazzling white armour, followed by his CHARIOTEER and Attendants. The CHARIOTEER carries his golden shield. The CHORUS break into a shout of “All Hail!”
LEADER.:
All hail, great King! A whelp indeed
Is born in Thracia’s lion fold,
Whose leap shall make strong cities bleed.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἐλθέ, φάνηθι, τὰν ζάχρυσον προβαλοῦ
Πηλεΐδα κατʼ ὄμμα πέλ-
ταν δοχμίαν πεδαίρων
σχιστὰν παρʼ ἄντυγα, πώλους ἐρεθί-
ζων δίβολόν τʼ ἄκοντα πάλ-
λων. σὲ γὰρ οὔτις ὑποστὰς
Ἀργείας ποτʼ ἐν Ἥ-
ρας δαπέδοις χορεύσει·
ἀλλά νιν ἅδε γᾶ
καπφθίμενον Θρῃκὶ μόρῳ
φίλτατον ἄχθος οἴσει.
Χορός:
— ἰὼ ἰώ, μέγας ὦ βασιλεῦ.
καλόν, ὦ Θρῄκη,
σκύμνον ἔθρεψας πολίαρχον ἰδεῖν.

[¶125] Behold his body girt with gold,
And hark the pride of bells along
The frontlet of that targe’s hold.

> Greek: ἴδε χρυσόδετον σώματος ἀλκήν,
κλύε καὶ κόμπους κωδωνοκρότους
παρὰ πορπάκων κελαδοῦντας.

[¶126] CHORUS.:
A God, O Troy, a God and more!’Tis Ares’ self, this issue strong
Of Strymon and the Muse of song,
Whose breath is fragrant on thy shore!
Re-enter HECTOR.

> Greek: θεός, ὦ Τροία, θεός, αὐτὸς Ἄρης
ὁ Στρυμόνιος πῶλος ἀοιδοῦ
Μούσης ἥκων καταπνεῖ σε.

[¶127] RHESUS.:
Lord Hector, Prince of Ilion, noble son
Of noble sires, all hail! Long years have run
Since last we greeted, and ’tis joy this day
To see thy fortunes firm and thine array
Camped at the foe’s gate. Here am I to tame
That foe for thee, and wrap his ships in flame.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
χαῖρʼ, ἐσθλὸς ἐσθλοῦ παῖς, τύραννε τῆσδε γῆς,
Ἕκτορ· παλαιᾷ σʼ ἡμέρᾳ προσεννέπω.
χαίρω δέ σʼ εὐτυχοῦντα καὶ προσήμενον
πύργοισιν ἐχθρῶν· συγκατασκάψων δʼ ἐγὼ
τείχη πάρειμι καὶ νεῶν πρήσων σκάφη.

[¶128] HECTOR.:
Thou child of Music and the Thracian flood,
Strymonian Rhesus, truth is alway good
In Hector’s eyes. I wear no double heart.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
παῖ τῆς μελῳδοῦ μητέρος Μουσῶν μιᾶς
Θρῃκός τε ποταμοῦ Στρυμόνος, φιλῶ λέγειν
τἀληθὲς αἰεὶ κοὐ διπλοῦς πέφυκʼ ἀνήρ.

[¶129] Long, long ago thou shouldst have borne thy part
In Ilion’s labours, not have left us here,
For all thy help, to sink beneath the spear.

> Greek: πάλαι πάλαι χρῆν τῇδε συγκάμνειν χθονὶ
ἐλθόντα, καὶ μὴ τοὐπί σʼ Ἀργείων ὕπο
Τροίαν ἐᾶσαι πολεμίῳ πεσεῖν δορί.

[¶130] Why didst thou—not for lack of need made plain!—
Not come, not send, not think of us again?

> Greek: οὐ γάρ τι λέξεις ὡς ἄκλητος ὢν φίλοις
οὐκ ἦλθες οὐδʼ ἤμυνας οὐδʼ ἐπεστράφης.

[¶131] What grave ambassadors prayed not before
Thy throne, what herald knelt not at thy door?

> Greek: τίς γάρ σε κῆρυξ ἢ γερουσία Φρυγῶν
ἐλθοῦσʼ ἀμύνειν οὐκ ἐπέσκηψεν πόλει;

[¶132] What pride of gifts did Troy not send to thee?

> Greek: ποῖον δὲ δώρων κόσμον οὐκ ἐπέμψαμεν;

[¶133] And thou, a lord of Barbary even as we,
Thou, brother of our blood, like one at sup
Who quaffs his fill and flings away the cup,
Hast flung to the Greeks my city! Yet, long since,’Twas I that found thee but a little prince
And made thee mighty, I and this right hand;
When round Pangaion and the Paiôn’s land,
Front against front, I burst upon the brood
Of Thrace and broke their targes, and subdued
Their power to thine. The grace whereof, not small,
Thou hast spurned, and when thy kinsmen, drowning, call,
Comest too late. Thou! Others there have been
These long years, not by nature of our kin..
Some under yon rough barrows thou canst see
Lie buried; they were true to Troy and me;
And others, yet here in the shielded line
Or mid the chariots, parching in the shine
Of noonday, starving in the winds that bite
Through Ilion’s winter, still endure and fight
On at my side.’Twas not their way, to lie
On a soft couch and, while the cups go by,
Pledge my good health, like thee, in Thracian wine.

> Greek: σὺ δʼ ἐγγενὴς ὢν βάρβαρός τε βαρβάρους
Ἕλλησιν ἡμᾶς προύπιες τὸ σὸν μέρος.
καίτοι σε μικρᾶς ἐκ τυραννίδος μέγαν
Θρῃκῶν ἄνακτα τῇδʼ ἔθηκʼ ἐγὼ χερί,
ὅτʼ ἀμφὶ Πάγγαιόν τε Παιόνων τε γῆν
Θρῃκῶν ἀρίστοις ἐμπεσὼν κατὰ στόμα
ἔρρηξα πέλτην, σοὶ δὲ δουλώσας λεὼν
παρέσχον· ὧν σὺ λακτίσας πολλὴν χάριν,
φίλων νοσούντων ὕστερος βοηδρομεῖς.
οἱ δʼ οὐδὲν ἡμῖν ἐν γένει πεφυκότες,
πάλαι παρόντες, οἳ μὲν ἐν χωστοῖς τάφοις
κεῖνται πεσόντες, πίστις οὐ σμικρὰ πόλει,
οἳ δʼ ἔν θʼ ὅπλοισι καὶ παρʼ ἱππείοις ὄχοις
ψυχρὰν ἄησιν δίψιόν τε πῦρ θεοῦ
μένουσι καρτεροῦντες, οὐκ ἐν δεμνίοις
πυκνὴν ἄμυστιν ὡς σὺ δεξιούμενοι.

[¶134] I speak as a free man. With thee and thine
Hector is wroth, and tells thee to thy face.

> Greek: ταῦθʼ, ὡς ἂν εἰδῇς Ἕκτορʼ ὄντʼ ἐλεύθερον,
καὶ μέμφομαί σοι καὶ λέγω κατʼ ὄμμα σόν.

[¶135] RHESUS.:
Thy way is mine, friend. Straight I run my race
In word and deed, and bear no double tongue.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
τοιοῦτός εἰμι καὐτός, εὐθεῖαν λόγων
τέμνων κέλευθον, κοὐ διπλοῦς πέφυκʼ ἀνήρ.

[¶136] I tell thee, more than thine my heart was wrung,
Yea, angered past all durance, thus to stay
Back from thy battles.’Twas a folk that lay
Hard on my borders, Scythians of the north;
Just when my host for Troy had started forth,
They fell upon our homes. I had reached the coast
Of the Friendless Sea and purposed to have crossed
My Thracians there. We turned; and all that plain
Is trampled in a mire of Scythian slain
Ploughed by our spears, and blood of Thrace withal
Not stinted. This it was that drowned thy call
For help and held me back from Ilion’s need.

> Greek: ἐγὼ δὲ μεῖζον ἢ σὺ τῆσδʼ ἀπὼν χθονὸς
λύπῃ πρὸς ἧπαρ δυσφορῶν ἐτειρόμην·
ἀλλʼ ἀγχιτέρμων γαῖά μοι, Σκύθης λεώς,
μέλλοντι νόστον τὸν πρὸς Ἴλιον περᾶν
ξυνῆψε πόλεμον· Εὐξένου δʼ ἀφικόμην
πόντου πρὸς ἀκτάς, Θρῇκα πορθμεύσων στρατόν.
ἔνθʼ αἱματηρὸς πέλανος ἐς γαῖαν Σκύθης
ἠντλεῖτο λόγχῃ Θρῄξ τε συμμιγὴς φόνος.
τοιάδε τοί μʼ ἀπεῖργε συμφορὰ πέδον
Τροίας ἱκέσθαι σύμμαχόν τέ σοι μολεῖν.

[¶137] I broke their power; the princes of their breed
I took to hostage, made their elders swear
To bring my house due tribute, year by year,
Then, never lagging, crossed the Pontus mouth,
Marched by long stages through Bithynia south
And here am come... not drunken with the feast,
As thou wouldst have me be, not lulled to rest
In golden chambers. In this harness hard
I have borne my nights of winter storm that starred
The Euxine into ice and scared the strong
Paionians. Long I have been, but not too long
To save thee yet. Friend, this is the tenth year
Thou labourest on unceasing, with no clear
Vantage; day creeps by day, and Ares throws
The same red dice for thee and for thy foes.

> Greek: ἐπεὶ δʼ ἔπερσα, τῶνδʼ ὁμηρεύσας τέκνα
τάξας ⟨τʼ⟩ ἔτειον δασμὸν ἐς δόμους φέρειν,
ἥκω περάσας ναυσὶ πόντιον στόμα,
τὰ δʼ ἄλλα πεζὸς γῆς περῶν ὁρίσματα —
οὐχ ὡς σὺ κομπεῖς τὰς ἐμὰς ἀμύστιδας,
οὐδʼ ἐν ζαχρύσοις δώμασιν κοιμώμενος,
ἀλλʼ οἷα πόντον Θρῄκιον φυσήματα
κρυσταλλόπηκτα Παιόνας τʼ ἐπεζάρει,
ξὺν τοῖσδʼ ἄυπνος οἶδα τλὰς πορπάμασιν.
ἀλλʼ ὕστερος μὲν ἦλθον, ἐν καιρῷ δʼ ὅμως·
σὺ μὲν γὰρ ἤδη δέκατον αἰχμάζεις ἔτος
κοὐδὲν περαίνεις, ἡμέραν δʼ ἐξ ἡμέρας
πίπτεις κυβεύων τὸν πρὸς Ἀργείους Ἄρη·

[¶138] Now, hear my vow. Before one day’s eclipse
I swear to break their wall, to burn their ships
And slay their princes. On the second day
I leave this soil and take my homeward way,
Thy pains relieved. No Trojan of the land
Need move, nor turn the buckler in his hand.

> Greek: ἐμοὶ δὲ φῶς ἓν ἡλίου καταρκέσει
πέρσαντι πύργους ναυστάθμοις ἐπεσπεσεῖν
κτεῖναί τʼ Ἀχαιούς· θατέρᾳ δʼ ἀπʼ Ἰλίου
πρὸς οἶκον εἶμι, συντεμὼν τοὺς σοὺς πόνους,
ὑμῶν δὲ μή τις ἀσπίδʼ ἄρηται χερί·

[¶139] Alone my late-comers will turn the tide
And smite your Greeks, for all their bitter pride.
CHORUS.: The Trojan soldiers, who have been listening with delight, here break out in irrepressible applause.

> Greek: ἐγὼ γὰρ ἕξω τοὺς μέγʼ αὐχοῦντας δορὶ
πέρσας Ἀχαιούς, καίπερ ὕστερος μολών.

[¶140] All hail!

> Greek: Χορός:
ἰὼ ἰώ.

[¶141] Sweet words and faithful heart!
Only may Zeus avert
From those proud lips the Wrath that none may bear!
Never a galleon bore,
Now, nor in days of yore,
Prince like to thee, so valiant and so fair.
How shall Achilles, how
Shall Ajax bear him now,
Or face thy lance? May I but stand that day
Watching to see him reel
Broken beneath thy steel,
And once in blood his many murders pay!

> Greek: φίλα θροεῖς, φίλος Διόθεν εἶ· μόνον
φθόνον ἄμαχον ὕπατος
Ζεὺς θέλοι ἀμφὶ σοῖς λόγοισιν εἴργειν.
τὸ δὲ νάιον Ἀργόθεν δόρυ
οὔτε πρίν τινʼ οὔτε νῦν
ἀνδρῶν ἐπόρευσε σέθεν κρείσσω. πῶς μοι
Ἀχιλεὺς τὸ σὸν ἔγχος ἂν δύναιτο,
πῶς δʼ Αἴας ὑπομεῖναι;
εἰ γὰρ ἐγὼ τόδʼ ἦμαρ εἰσίδοιμʼ, ἄναξ,
ὅτῳ πολυφόνου
χειρὸς ἀποινάσαιο λόγχᾳ.

[¶142] RHESUS.:
Yea, more atonement thou shalt take from me
For this slow help.—May Adrasteia see
My heart and pardon!—When we two have set
Troy free from these who compass her with hate,
Soon as the Gods have had their first-fruits, I
With thee will sail—so help me Zeus on high!—
And sack all Hellas with the sword, till these
Doers of deeds shall know what suffering is.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
τοιαῦτα μέν σοι τῆς μακρᾶς ἀπουσίας
πρᾶξαι παρέξω — σὺν δʼ Ἀδραστείᾳ λέγω —
ἐπειδἂν ἐχθρῶν τήνδʼ ἐλευθέραν πόλιν
θῶμεν θεοῖσί τʼ ἀκροθίνιʼ ἐξέλῃς,
ξὺν σοὶ στρατεύειν γῆν ἐπʼ Ἀργείων θέλω
καὶ πᾶσαν ἐλθὼν Ἑλλάδʼ ἐκπέρσαι δορί,
ὡς ἂν μάθωσιν ἐν μέρει πάσχειν κακῶς.

[¶143] HECTOR.:
By heaven, could I once see this peril rolled
Past us, and live in Ilion as of old,
Untrembling, I would thank my gods! To seek
Argos and sack the cities of the Greek-
’Twere not such light work as thou fanciest.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
εἰ τοῦ παρόντος τοῦδʼ ἀπαλλαχθεὶς κακοῦ
πόλιν νεμοίμην ὡς τὸ πρίν ποτʼ ἀσφαλῆ,
ἦ κάρτα πολλὴν θεοῖς ἂν εἰδείην χάριν.
τὰ δʼ ἀμφί τʼ Ἄργος καὶ νομὸν τὸν Ἑλλάδος
οὐχ ὧδε πορθεῖν ῥᾴδιʼ, ὡς λέγεις, δορί.

[¶144] RHESUS.:
These Greeks that face thee, are they not their best?

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
οὐ τούσδʼ ἀριστέας φασὶν Ἑλλήνων μολεῖν;

[¶145] HECTOR.:
We seek not better. These do all we need.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
κοὐ μεμφόμεσθά γʼ, ἀλλʼ ἄδην ἐλαύνομεν.

[¶146] RHESUS.:
When these are beaten, then, we have done the deed.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
οὐκ οὖν κτανόντες τούσδε πᾶν εἰργάσμεθα;

[¶147] HECTOR.:
Lose not thy path watching a distant view.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
μή νυν τὰ πόρρω τἀγγύθεν μεθεὶς σκόπει.

[¶148] RHESUS.:
Thou seem’st content to suffer, not to do?

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
ἀρκεῖν ἔοικέ σοι παθεῖν, δρᾶσαι δὲ μή.

[¶149] HECTOR.:
I have a kingdom large by mine own right..

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
πολλῆς γὰρ ἄρχω κἀνθάδʼ ὢν τυραννίδος.

[¶150] What station will best please thee in this fight
To ground the targe and stablish thine array?
Right, left, or midmost in the allies? Say.

> Greek: ἀλλʼ εἴτε λαιὸν εἴτε δεξιὸν κέρας
εἴτʼ ἐν μέσοισι συμμάχοις πάρεστί σοι
πέλτην ἐρεῖσαι καὶ καταστῆσαι στρατόν.

[¶151] RHESUS.:’Twould please me best to fight these Greeks alone.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
μόνος μάχεσθαι πολεμίοις, Ἕκτορ, θέλω.

[¶152] Yet, if ’twould irk thine honour not to have thrown
One firebrand on the ships with me, why, then
Set us to face Achilles and his men.

> Greek: εἰ δʼ αἰσχρὸν ἡγῇ μὴ συνεμπρῆσαι νεῶν
πρύμνας, πονήσας τὸν πάρος πολὺν χρόνον,
τάξον μʼ Ἀχιλλέως καὶ στρατοῦ κατὰ στόμα.

[¶153] HECTOR.:
Achilles? Nay, his spear ye cannot meet.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
οὐκ ἔστʼ ἐκείνῳ θοῦρον ἐντάξαι δόρυ.

[¶154] RHESUS.:
How so? Fame said he sailed here with the fleet.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
καὶ μὴν λόγος γʼ ἦν ὡς ἔπλευσʼ ἐπʼ Ἴλιον.

[¶155] HECTOR.:
He sailed, and he is here. But some despite
’Gainst the great King now keeps him from the fight.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ἔπλευσε καὶ πάρεστιν· ἀλλὰ μηνίων
στρατηλάταισιν οὐ συναίρεται δόρυ.

[¶156] RHESUS.:
Who next to him hath honour in their host?

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
τίς δὴ μετʼ αὐτὸν ἄλλος εὐδοξεῖ στρατοῦ;

[¶157] HECTOR.:
Next, to my seeming, Ajax hath the most,
Or Diomede.—But Odysseus is a tough
And subtle fox, and brave; aye, brave enough.
No man of them hath harmed us more than he.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
Αἴας ἐμοὶ μὲν οὐδὲν ἡσσᾶσθαι δοκεῖ
χὡ Τυδέως παῖς· ἔστι δʼ αἱμυλώτατον
κρότημʼ Ὀδυσσεύς, λῆμά τʼ ἀρκούντως θρασὺς
καὶ πλεῖστα χώραν τήνδʼ ἀνὴρ καθυβρίσας·

[¶158] He climbed here to Athena’s sanctuary
One night, and stole her image clean away
To the Argive ships. Yes, and another day,
Guised as a wandering priest, in rags, he came
And walked straight through the Gates, made loud acclaim
Of curses on the Greek, spied out alone
All that he sought in Ilion, and was gone—
Gone, and the watch and helpers of the Gate
Dead! And in every ambush they have set
By the old Altar, close to Troy, we know
He sits—a murderous reptile of a foe!

> Greek: ὃς εἰς Ἀθάνας σηκὸν ἔννυχος μολὼν
κλέψας ἄγαλμα ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων φέρει.
ἤδη δʼ ἀγύρτης πτωχικὴν ἔχων στολὴν
ἐσῆλθε πύργους, πολλὰ δʼ Ἀργείοις κακὰ
ἠρᾶτο, πεμφθεὶς Ἰλίου κατάσκοπος·
κτανὼν δὲ φρουροὺς καὶ παραστάτας πυλῶν
ἐξῆλθεν· αἰεὶ δʼ ἐν λόχοις εὑρίσκεται
Θυμβραῖον ἀμφὶ βωμὸν ἄστεως πέλας
θάσσων· κακῷ δὲ μερμέρῳ παλαίομεν.

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[¶0] RHESUS.:
No brave man seeks so dastardly to harm
His battle-foes; he meets them arm to arm.

> Greek: Ῥῆσος:
οὐδεὶς ἀνὴρ εὔψυχος ἀξιοῖ λάθρᾳ
κτεῖναι τὸν ἐχθρόν, ἀλλʼ ἰὼν κατὰ στόμα.

[¶1] This Greek of thine, this sitter like a thief
In ambush, I will make of him my chief
Care. I will take him living, drive a straight
Stake through him, and so star him at the Gate
To feed your wide-winged vultures.’Tis the death
Most meet for a lewd thief, who pillageth
God’s sanctuary, or so we hold in Thrace.
HECTOR.: (making no answer)
Seek first some sleep. There still remains a space
Of darkness.—I will show the spot that best
May suit you, somewhat sundered from the rest.

> Greek: τοῦτον δʼ ὃν ἵζειν φὴς σὺ κλωπικὰς ἕδρας
καὶ μηχανᾶσθαι, ζῶντα συλλαβὼν ἐγὼ
πυλῶν ἐπʼ ἐξόδοισιν ἀμπείρας ῥάχιν
στήσω πετεινοῖς γυψὶ θοινατήριον.
λῃστὴν γὰρ ὄντα καὶ θεῶν ἀνάκτορα
συλῶντα δεῖ νιν τῷδε κατθανεῖν μόρῳ.
Ἕκτωρ:
νῦν μὲν καταυλίσθητε· καὶ γὰρ εὐφρόνη.
δείξω δʼ ἐγώ σοι χῶρον, ἔνθα χρὴ στρατὸν
τὸν σὸν νυχεῦσαι τοῦ τεταγμένου δίχα.

[¶2] Should need arise, the password of the night
Is Phoebus: see your Thracians have it right.
Turning to the Guards before he goes.

> Greek: ξύνθημα δʼ ἡμῖν Φοῖβος, ἤν τι καὶ δέῃ·
μέμνησʼ ἀκούσας, Θρῃκί τʼ ἄγγειλον στρατῷ.

[¶3] Advance beyond your stations, men, at some
Distance, and stay on watch till Dolon come
With word of the Argives’ counsel. If his vow
Prosper, he should be nearing us by now.
Exeunt HECTOR and RHESUS and Attendants. The Guards, who have been below, come forward sleepily from the camp fire, and sit watching by HECTOR’S tent.

> Greek: ὑμᾶς δὲ βάντας χρὴ προταινὶ τάξεων
φρουρεῖν ἐγερτὶ καὶ νεῶν κατάσκοπον
δέχθαι Δόλωνα· καὶ γάρ, εἴπερ ἐστὶ σῶς,
ἤδη πελάζει στρατοπέδοισι Τρωικοῖς.

[¶4] CHORUS.:
Say, whose is the watch? Who exchanges
With us? The first planets to rise
Are setting; the Pleiades seven
Move low on the margin of heaven,
And the Eagle is risen and ranges
The mid-vault of the skies.

> Greek: Χορός:
— τίνος ἁ φυλακά; τίς ἀμείβει
τὰν ἐμάν; πρῶτα
δύεται σημεῖα καὶ ἑπτάποροι
Πλειάδες αἰθέριαι· μέσα δʼ αἰετὸς οὐρανοῦ ποτᾶται.

[¶5] ANOTHER.:
No sleeping yet! Up from your couches
And watch on, the sluggards ye are!

> Greek: — ἔγρεσθε, τί μέλλετε; κοιτᾶν
ἔγρεσθε πρὸς φυλακάν.

[¶6] The moon-maiden’s lamp is yet burning.

> Greek: οὐ λεύσσετε μηνάδος αἴγλαν;

[¶7] THIRD GUARD.:
Oh, the morning is near us, the morning!
Even now his fore-runner approaches,
Yon dim-shining star.
DIVERS GUARDS.: (talking)
Who drew the first night-watch?

> Greek: — ἀὼς δὴ πέλας, ἀὼς
γίγνεται, καί τις προδρόμων
ὅδε γʼ ἐστὶν ἀστήρ.
— τίς ἐκηρύχθη πρώτην φυλακήν;

[¶8] ANOTHER.:’Twas one Koroibos, called the Mygdon’s Son.

> Greek: — Μυγδόνος υἱόν φασι Κόροιβον.

[¶9] THE GUARD.:
And after?
THE OTHER.:
The Mount Taurus men
Had second watch: from them again
The Mysians took it. We came then.

> Greek: — τίς γὰρ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ; — Κίλικας Παίων
στρατὸς ἤγειρεν, Μυσοὶ δʼ ἡμᾶς.

[¶10] A GUARD.:’Tis surely time. Who will go tell
The fifth watch?’Tis the Lycians’ spell
By now;’twas thus the portions fell.

> Greek: — οὐκ οὖν Λυκίους πέμπτην φυλακὴν
βάντας ἐγείρειν
καιρὸς κλήρου κατὰ μοῖραν;

[¶11] ANOTHER.:
Nay, hearken! Again she is crying
Where death-laden Simois falls,
Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,
Of grief grown to music and wonder:
Most changeful and old and undying
The nightingale calls.

> Greek: Χορός:
— καὶ μὴν ἀΐω· Σιμόεντος
ἡμένα κοίτας
φοινίας ὑμνεῖ πολυχορδοτάτᾳ
γήρυϊ παιδολέτωρ μελοποιὸν ἀηδονὶς μέριμναν.

[¶12] ANOTHER.:
And on Ida the shepherds are waking
Their flocks for the upland. I hear
The skirl of a pipe very distant.

> Greek: — ἤδη δὲ νέμουσι κατʼ Ἴδαν
ποίμνια· νυκτιβρόμου
σύριγγος ἰὰν κατακούω.

[¶13] ANOTHER.:
And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
Of dawn is so near.
DIVERS GUARDS: (talking).

> Greek: — θέλγει δʼ ὄμματος ἕδραν
ὕπνος· ἅδιστος γὰρ ἔβα
βλεφάροις πρὸς ἀοῦς.

[¶14] Why have we still no word nor sign
Of that scout in the Argive line?

> Greek: — τί ποτʼ οὐ πλάθει σκοπός, ὃν ναῶν
Ἕκτωρ ὤτρυνε κατόπταν;

[¶15] ANOTHER.:
I know not; he is long delayed.

> Greek: — ταρβῶ· χρόνιος γὰρ ἄπεστιν.

[¶16] ANOTHER.:
God send he trip not on the blade
Of some Greek in an ambuscade!
ANOTHER.:
It may be. I am half afraid.

> Greek: — ἀλλʼ ἦ κρυπτὸν λόχον ἐσπαίσας
διόλωλε; — τάχʼ ἄν. φοβερόν μοι.

[¶17] LEADER.:
Our time is past! Up, men, and tell
The fifth watch.’Tis the Lycians’ spell
Now, as the portions fairly fell.
The Guards pass out to waken the Lycians. The stage is empty and dark except for the firelight, when a whisper is heard at the back. Presently enter ODYSSEUS and DIOMEDE in dull leather armour, DIOMEDE carrying at his belt DOLON’S wolf-skin and mask.
ODYSSEUS.:
Diomede, hist!—A little sound of arms
Clanking... or am I full of void alarms?
DIOMEDE.:
No.’Tis some horse tied to the chariot rail
That clanks his chain.—My heart began to fail
A moment, till I heard the horse’s champ.
They steal on further, keeping in the shadow.

> Greek: — αὐδῶ Λυκίους πέμπτην φυλακὴν
βάντας ἐγείρειν
ἡμᾶς κλήρου κατὰ μοῖραν.
Ὀδυσσεύς:
Διόμηδες, οὐκ ἤκουσας — ἢ κενὸς ψόφος
στάζει διʼ ὤτων; — τευχέων τινὰ κτύπον;
Διομήδης:
οὔκ, ἀλλὰ δεσμὰ πωλικῶν ἐξ ἀντύγων
κλάζει σιδήρου· κἀμέ τοι, πρὶν ᾐσθόμην
δεσμῶν ἀραγμὸν ἱππικῶν, ἔδυ φόβος.

[¶18] ODYSSEUS.:
Mind—in that shade—the watchers of the camp.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὅρα κατʼ ὄρφνην μὴ φύλαξιν ἐντύχῃς.

[¶19] DIOMEDE.:
I keep in shadow, but I am staring hard.

> Greek: Διομήδης:
φυλάξομαί τοι κἀν σκότῳ τιθεὶς πόδα.

[¶20] ODYSSEUS.:
Thou know’st the watchword, if we stir some guard?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἢν δʼ οὖν ἐγείρῃς, οἶσθα σύνθημα στρατοῦ;

[¶21] DIOMEDE.:
Phoebus.’Twas the last sign that Dolon gave.
They creep forward in silence to the entrance of HECTOR’S tent.

> Greek: Διομήδης:
⟨Φοῖβον⟩ Δόλωνος οἶδα σύμβολον κλύων.

[¶22] ODYSSEUS.:
Now, forward!
They dash into the tent, swords drawn; then return.
God! All empty as the grave!

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἔα·
εὐνὰς ἐρήμους τάσδε πολεμίων ὁρῶ.

[¶23] DIOMEDE.:
Yet Dolon told us Hector’s couch was made
Just here. For none but him I drew this blade.

> Greek: Διομήδης:
καὶ μὴν Δόλων γε τάσδʼ ἔφραζεν Ἕκτορος
κοίτας, ἐφʼ ᾧπερ ἔγχος εἵλκυσται τόδε.

[¶24] ODYSSEUS.:
What means it? To some ambush is he gone?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τί δῆτʼ ἂν εἴη; μῶν λόχος βέβηκέ ποι;

[¶25] DIOMEDE.:
Maybe, to work some craft on us at dawn.

> Greek: Διομήδης:
ἴσως ἐφʼ ἡμῖν μηχανὴν στήσων τινά.

[¶26] ODYSSEUS.:
He is hot with courage when he is winning, hot.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
θρασὺς γὰρ Ἕκτωρ νῦν, ἐπεὶ κρατεῖ, θρασύς.

[¶27] DIOMEDE.:
What must we do, Odysseus?—He was not
Laid where we thought him, and our hopes are lost.

> Greek: Διομήδης:
τί δῆτʼ, Ὀδυσσεῦ, δρῶμεν; οὐ γὰρ ηὕρομεν
τὸν ἄνδρʼ ἐν εὐναῖς, ἐλπίδων δʼ ἡμάρτομεν.

[¶28] ODYSSEUS.:
Back to our own ship-rampart at all cost!

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
στείχωμεν ὡς τάχιστα ναυστάθμων πέλας.

[¶29] The God who gave him victory saves him still.
We cannot force Fortune against her will.

> Greek: σῴζει γὰρ αὐτὸν ὅστις εὐτυχῆ θεῶν
τίθησιν· ἡμῖν δʼ οὐ βιαστέον τύχην.

[¶30] DIOMEDE.:
Could we not find Aeneas? Or the bed
Of Paris the accurst, and have his head?

> Greek: Διομήδης:
οὐκ οὖν ἐπʼ Αἰνέαν ἢ τὸν ἔχθιστον Φρυγῶν
Πάριν μολόντε χρὴ καρατομεῖν ξίφει;

[¶31] ODYSSEUS.:
Go by night searching through these lines of men
For chiefs to kill?’Twere death and death again.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
πῶς οὖν ἐν ὄρφνῃ πολεμίων ἀνὰ στρατὸν
ζητῶν δυνήσῃ τούσδʼ ἀκινδύνως κτανεῖν;

[¶32] DIOMEDE.:
But to go empty back—what shame ’twill be!—
And not one blow struck home at the enemy!

> Greek: Διομήδης:
αἰσχρόν γε μέντοι ναῦς ἐπʼ Ἀργείων μολεῖν
δράσαντε μηδὲν πολεμίους νεώτερον.

[¶33] ODYSSEUS.:
How not one blow? Did we not baulk and kill
Dolon, their spy, and bear his tokens still?
Dost think the whole camp should be thine to quell?
DIOMEDE takes DOLON’S wolf-mask off his belt and hangs it in HECTOR’S tent, then turns.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
πῶς δʼ οὐ δέδρακας; οὐ κτανόντε ναυστάθμων
κατάσκοπον Δόλωνα σῴζομεν τάδε
σκυλεύματʼ; ἢ πᾶν στρατόπεδον πέρσειν δοκεῖς;

[¶34] DIOMEDE.:
Good. Now for home! And may the end be well!
As they turn there appears at the back a luminous and gigantic shape, the Goddess ATHENA.

> Greek: Διομήδης:
πείθεις, πάλιν στείχωμεν· εὖ δʼ εἴη τυχεῖν.

[¶35] ATHENA.:
What make ye, from these sleepers thus to part
Desponding and with sorrow-wounded heart
If Hector be not granted you to slay
Nor Paris? Little know ye what great stay
Of help is found for Troy. This very night
Rhesus is come; who, if he see the light
Of morning, not Achilles nor the rack
Of Ajax’ spear hath power to hold him back,
Ere wall and gate be shattered and inside
Your camp a spear-swept causeway builded wide
To where beached galleys flame above the dead.

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
ποῖ δὴ λιπόντες Τρωικῶν ἐκ τάξεων
χωρεῖτε, λύπῃ καρδίαν δεδηγμένοι,
εἰ μὴ κτανεῖν σφῷν Ἕκτορʼ ἢ Πάριν θεὸς
δίδωσιν; ἄνδρα δʼ οὐ πέπυσθε σύμμαχον
Τροίᾳ μολόντα Ῥῆσον οὐ φαύλῳ τρόπῳ.
ὃς εἰ διοίσει νύκτα τήνδʼ ἐς αὔριον,
οὔτε σφʼ Ἀχιλλεὺς οὔτʼ ἂν Αἴαντος δόρυ
μὴ πάντα πέρσαι ναύσταθμʼ Ἀργείων σχέθοι,
τείχη κατασκάψαντα καὶ πυλῶν ἔσω
λόγχῃ πλατεῖαν ἐσδρομὴν ποιούμενον.

[¶36] Him slay, and all is won. Let Hector’s head
Sleep where it lies and draw unvexèd breath;

> Greek: τοῦτον κατακτὰς πάντʼ ἔχεις. τὰς δʼ Ἕκτορος
εὐνὰς ἔασον καὶ καρατόμους σφαγάς·

[¶37] Another’s work, not thine, is Hector’s death.

> Greek: ἔσται γὰρ αὐτῷ θάνατος ἐξ ἄλλης χερός.

[¶38] ODYSSEUS.:
Most high Athena, well I know the sound
Of that immortal voice.’Tis ever found
My helper in great perils.—Where doth lie
Rhesus, mid all this host of Barbary?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
δέσποινʼ Ἀθάνα, φθέγματος γὰρ ᾐσθόμην
τοῦ σοῦ συνήθη γῆρυν· ἐν πόνοισι γὰρ
παροῦσʼ ἀμύνεις τοῖς ἐμοῖς ἀεί ποτε·
τὸν ἄνδρα δʼ ἡμῖν, ποῦ κατηύνασται, φράσον·
πόθεν τέτακται βαρβάρου στρατεύματος;

[¶39] ATHENA.:
Full near he lies, not mingled with the host
Of Troy, but here beyond the lines—a post
Of quiet till the dawn, that Hector found.

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
ὅδʼ ἐγγὺς ἧσται κοὐ συνήθροισται στρατῷ,
ἀλλʼ ἐκτὸς αὐτὸν τάξεων κατηύνασεν
Ἕκτωρ, ἕως ἂν νὺξ ἀμείψηται φάος.

[¶40] And near him, by his Thracian chariot bound,
Two snow-white coursers gleam against the wan
Moon, like the white wing of a river swan.

> Greek: πέλας δὲ πῶλοι Θρῃκίων ἐξ ἁρμάτων
λευκαὶ δέδενται, διαπρεπεῖς ἐν εὐφρόνῃ·
στίλβουσι δʼ ὥστε ποταμίου κύκνου πτερόν.

[¶41] Their master slain, take these to thine own hearth,
A wondrous spoil; there hides not upon earth
A chariot-team of war so swift and fair.

> Greek: ταύτας, κτανόντες δεσπότην, κομίζετε,
κάλλιστον οἴκοις σκῦλον· οὐ γὰρ ἔσθʼ ὅπου
τοιόνδʼ ὄχημα χθὼν κέκευθε πωλικόν.

[¶42] ODYSSEUS.:
Say, Diomede, wilt make the men thy share,
Or catch the steeds and leave the fight to me?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Διόμηδες, ἢ σὺ κτεῖνε Θρῄκιον λεών,
ἢ ʼμοὶ πάρες γε, σοὶ δὲ χρὴ πώλους μέλειν.

[¶43] DIOMEDE.:
I take the killing, thou the stablery:

> Greek: Διομήδης:
ἐγὼ φονεύσω, πωλοδαμνήσεις δὲ σύ·

[¶44] It needs keen wit and a neat hand. The post
A man should take is where he helpeth most.

> Greek: τρίβων γὰρ εἶ τὰ κομψὰ καὶ νοεῖν σοφός.
χρὴ δʼ ἄνδρα τάσσειν οὗ μάλιστʼ ἂν ὠφελοῖ.

[¶45] ATHENA.:
Behold,’tis Paris, hasting there toward
This tent. Methinks he knoweth from the guard
Some noise of prowling Argives hither blown.

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
καὶ μὴν καθʼ ἡμᾶς τόνδʼ Ἀλέξανδρον βλέπω
στείχοντα, φυλάκων ἔκ τινος πεπυσμένον
δόξας ἀσήμους πολεμίων μεμβλωκότων.

[¶46] DIOMEDE.:
Comes he alone or with his guards?

> Greek: Διομήδης:
πότερα σὺν ἄλλοις ἢ μόνος πορεύεται;

[¶47] ATHENA.:
Alone;
Toward Hector’s quarters, as I deem, he plies
His message. He hath heard some tale of spies.

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
μόνος· πρὸς εὐνὰς δʼ, ὡς ἔοικεν, Ἕκτορος
χωρεῖ, κατόπτας σημανῶν ἥκειν στρατοῦ.

[¶48] DIOMEDE.:
Then he shall be the first dead Trojan!

> Greek: Διομήδης:
οὐκ οὖν ὑπάρχειν τόνδε κατθανόντα χρή;

[¶49] ATHENA.:
No;
Beyond the ordainèd end thou canst not go.

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
οὐκ ἂν δύναιο τοῦ πεπρωμένου πλέον.

[¶50] Fate hath not willed that Paris by thy deed
Shall die; it is another who must bleed
To-night. Therefore be swift!
Exeunt ODYSSEUS and DIOMEDE.
For me, my guise
Shall melt and change in Alexander’s eyes,
Yea, till he dream ’tis Cypris, his delight
And help in need, that meets him in the night,
And soft shall be my words to him I hate.

> Greek: τοῦτον δὲ πρὸς σῆς χειρὸς οὐ θέμις θανεῖν.
ἀλλʼ ᾧπερ ἥκεις μορσίμους φέρων σφαγάς,
τάχυνʼ· ἐγὼ δέ, τῷδε σύμμαχος Κύπρις
δοκοῦσʼ ἀρωγὸς ἐν πόνοις παραστατεῖν,
σαθροῖς λόγοισιν ἐχθρὸν ἄνδρʼ ἀμείψομαι.

[¶51] So speak I; but on whom my spell is set
He hears not, sees not, though so near I stand.
She becomes invisible where she stands. Enter PARIS.

> Greek: καὶ ταῦτʼ ἐγὼ μὲν εἶπον· ὃν δὲ χρὴ παθεῖν,
οὐκ οἶδεν οὐδʼ ἤκουσεν ἐγγὺς ὢν λόγου.

[¶52] PARIS.:
Ho, Hector! Brother! General of the land!
Sleepest thou still? We need thy waking sight.

> Greek: Ἀλέξανδρος:
σὲ τὸν στρατηγὸν καὶ κασίγνητον λέγω,
Ἕκτορ, καθεύδεις; οὐκ ἐγείρεσθαί σε χρῆν;

[¶53] Our guards have marked some prowler of the night,
We know not if a mere thief or a spy.
ATHENA becomes visible again, but seems changed and her voice softer.

> Greek: ἐχθρῶν τις ἡμῖν χρίμπτεται στρατεύματι,
ἢ κλῶπες ἄνδρες ἢ κατάσκοποί τινες.

[¶54] ATHENA.:
Have comfort thou! Doth not the Cyprian’s eye
Mark all thy peril and keep watch above
Thy battles? How shall I forget the love
I owe thee, and thy faithful offices?

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
θάρσει· φυλάσσει σʼ ἥδε πρευμενὴς Κύπρις.
μέλει δʼ ὁ σός μοι πόλεμος, οὐδʼ ἀμνημονῶ
τιμῆς, ἐπαινῶ δʼ εὖ παθοῦσα πρὸς σέθεν.

[¶55] To crown this day and all its victories,
Lo, I have guided here to Troy a strong
Helper, the scion of the Muse of song
And Strymon’s flood, the crownèd stream of Thrace.
PARIS.: (standing like one in a dream)
Indeed thy love is steadfast, and thy grace
Bounteous to Troy and me. Thou art the joy
And jewel of my days, which I to Troy
Have brought, and made thee hers.—O Cyprian,
I heard, not clearly,—’twas some talk that ran
Among the pickets—spies had passed some spot
Close by the camp. The men who saw them not
Talk much, and they who saw, or might have seen,
Can give no sign nor token. It had been
My purpose to find Hector where he lay.

> Greek: καὶ νῦν ἐπʼ εὐτυχοῦντι Τρωικῷ στρατῷ
ἥκω πορεύουσʼ ἄνδρα σοι μέγαν φίλον,
τῆς ὑμνοποιοῦ παῖδα Θρῄκιον θεᾶς
Μούσης· πατρὸς δὲ Στρυμόνος κικλήσκεται.
Ἀλέξανδρος:
αἰεί ποτʼ εὖ φρονοῦσα τυγχάνεις πόλει
κἀμοί, μέγιστον δʼ ἐν βίῳ κειμήλιον
κρίνας σέ φημι τῇδε προσθέσθαι πόλει.
ἥκω δʼ ἀκούσας οὐ τορῶς — φήμη δέ τις
φύλαξιν ἐμπέπτωκεν — ὡς κατάσκοποι
ἥκουσʼ Ἀχαιῶν. χὣ μὲν οὐκ ἰδὼν λέγει,
ὃ δʼ εἰσιδὼν μολόντας οὐκ ἔχει φράσαι·
ὧν οὕνεκʼ εὐνὰς ἤλυθον πρὸς Ἕκτορος.

[¶56] ATHENA.:
Fear nothing. All is well in Troy’s array.

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
μηδὲν φοβηθῇς· οὐδὲν ἐν στρατῷ νέον·

[¶57] Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ δὲ φροῦδος Θρῇκα κοιμήσων στρατόν.

[¶58] PARIS.:
Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deep
My trust is, that all thought of fear is lost
In comfort, and I turn me to my post.

> Greek: Ἀλέξανδρος:
σύ τοί με πείθεις, σοῖς δὲ πιστεύων λόγοις
τάξιν φυλάξων εἶμʼ ἐλεύθερος φόβου.

[¶59] ATHENA.:
Go. And remember that thy fortunes still
Are watched by me, and they who do my will
Prosper in all their ways. Aye, thou shalt prove
Ere long, if I can care for those I love.
Exit PARIS. She raises her voice.
Back, back, ye twain! Are ye in love with death?

> Greek: Ἀθήνα:
χώρει· μέλειν γὰρ πάντʼ ἐμοὶ δόκει τὰ σά,
ὥστʼ εὐτυχοῦντας συμμάχους ἐμοὺς ὁρᾶν.
γνώσῃ δὲ καὶ σὺ τὴν ἐμὴν προθυμίαν.
ὑμᾶς δʼ ἀυτῶ τοὺς ἄγαν ἐρρωμένους,
Λαερτίου παῖ, θηκτὰ κοιμίσαι ξίφη.

[¶60] Laertes’ son, thy sword into the sheath!
Our golden Thracian gaspeth in his blood;
The steeds are ours; the foe hath understood
And crowds against you. Haste ye! haste to fly,—
Ere yet the lightning falleth, and ye die! ATHENA vanishes; a noise of tumult is heard. Enter a crowd of Thracians running in confusion, in the midst of them ODYSSEUS and DIOMEDE.
VOICES.: (amid the tumult)
Ha! Ha!—At them! At them! After them! Down
with them!—Where are they?

> Greek: κεῖται γὰρ ἡμῖν Θρῄκιος στρατηλάτης,
ἵπποι τʼ ἔχονται, πολέμιοι δʼ ᾐσθημένοι
χωροῦσʼ ἐφʼ ὑμᾶς· ἀλλʼ ὅσον τάχιστα χρὴ
φεύγειν πρὸς ὁλκοὺς ναυστάθμων. τί μέλλετε
σκηπτοῦ ʼπιόντος πολεμίων σῷσαι βίον;
Χορός:
— ἔα ἔα·
βάλε βάλε βάλε βάλε.
θένε θένε.

[¶61] CAPTAIN.:
Who is that fellow? Look! That yonder!

> Greek: — τίς ἁνήρ; λεύσσετε· τοῦτον αὐδῶ.

[¶62] A MAN.:
Rascal thieves, the sort that crawl
And vex an army in the dark!

> Greek: — κλῶπες οἵτινες κατʼ ὄρφνην τόνδε κινοῦσι στρατόν.

[¶63] CAPTAIN.:
Ho, this way! Follow! This way all!
They pursue ODYSSEUS and DIOMEDE; catch them and bring them back.
A MAN.:
I have them! I have caught them!
CAPTAIN: (to ODYSSEUS).
Whence comest thou? What art thou? Say; what captain and what company?
ODYSSEUS: (indignantly).
’Tis not for thee to know. This day thou diest for thy knavery!

> Greek: — δεῦρο δεῦρο πᾶς.
— τούσδʼ ἔχω, τούσδʼ ἔμαρψα.
— τίς ὁ λόχος; πόθεν ἔβας; ποδαπὸς εἶ;
Ὀδυσσεύς:
οὔ σε χρὴ εἰδέναι· θανῇ γὰρ σήμερον δράσας κακῶς.

[¶64] CAPTAIN.:
Stop! Give the watchword quick, before I have thy body on my pike.
ODYSSEUS: (in a tone of authority).

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐκ ἐρεῖς ξύνθημα, λόγχην πρὶν διὰ στέρνων μολεῖν;

[¶65] Halt every man and have no fear!
CAPTAIN.:
Come, gather round. Be quick to strike.
ODYSSEUS: (to CAPTAIN).

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἵστω. θάρσει.
Χορός:
πέλας ἴθι. παῖε πᾶς.

[¶66] ’Twas thou that killed King Rhesus!
CAPTAIN.:
No:’tis I that kill the man that killed...
Flies at ODYSSEUS, but other men hold him back.
ODYSSEUS.:
Hold back all!
VOICES.:
No more holding back!
ODYSSEUS: (as they attack him).
What, strike an ally in the field?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἦ σὺ δὴ Ῥῆσον κατέκτας;
Χορός:
ἀλλὰ τὸν κτενοῦντα σὲ …
Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἴσχε πᾶς τις.
Χορός:
οὐ μὲν οὖν.
Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἆ· φίλιον ἄνδρα μὴ θένῃς.

[¶67] CAPTAIN.:
Then give the watchword!
ODYSSEUS.:
Phoebus.
CAPTAIN.:
Right. Ho, every man hold back his spear!—
Then know’st thou where the men are gone?
ODYSSEUS.:
We saw them running, somewhere here.
He makes off into the darkness. DIOMEDE follows, and some Thracians.

> Greek: Χορός:
καὶ τί δὴ τὸ σῆμα;
Ὀδυσσεύς:
Φοῖβος.
Χορός:
ἔμαθον· ἴσχε πᾶς δόρυ.
οἶσθʼ ὅποι βεβᾶσιν ἅνδρες;
Ὀδυσσεύς:
τῇδέ πῃ κατείδομεν.

[¶68] CAPTAIN.:
Off every one upon their track!
A MAN.:
Or should we rouse the army?

> Greek: Χορός:
ἕρπω πᾶς κατʼ ἴχνος αὐτῶν. ἢ βοὴν ἐγερτέον;

[¶69] CAPTAIN.:
No;
To stir the allies in the night and make more panic!
Let us go.
The Thracians go off in pursuit. Meantime the original Guards who form the Chorus have hastened back. The two Greeks are presently seen crossing at the back in a different direction.
CHORUS.:
Who was the man that passed?
Who, that, so madly bold,
Even as I held him fast,
Laughed, and I loosed my hold?
Where shall I find him now?
What shall I deem of him,
To steal thro’ the guards a-row,
Quaking not, eye nor limb,
On thro’ the starlight dim?

> Greek: ἀλλὰ συμμάχους ταράσσειν δεινὸν ἐκ νυκτῶν φόβῳ.
Χορός:
—τίς ἀνδρῶν ὁ βάς;
τίς ὁ μέγα θρασὺς ἐπεύξεται
χέρα φυγὼν ἐμάν;
πόθεν νιν κυρήσω;
τίνι προσεικάσω,
ὅστις διʼ ὄρφνης ἦλθʼ ἀδειμάντῳ ποδὶ
διά τε τάξεων καὶ φυλάκων ἕδρας;

[¶70] Is he of Thessaly,
Born by the Locrian sea,
Or harvester of some starved island’s corn?

> Greek: Θεσσαλὸς ἢ
παραλίαν Λοκρῶν νεμόμενος πόλιν;
ἢ νησιώτην σποράδα κέκτηται βίον;

[¶71] What man hath seen his face?
What was his name or race,
What the high God by whom his sires have sworn?
DIVERS GUARDS: (talking).

> Greek: τίς ἦν; πόθεν; ποίας πάτρας;
ποῖον δʼ εὔχεται τὸν ὕπατον θεῶν;

[¶72] This night must be Odysseus’ work, or whose?—
Odysseus? Aye, to judge by ancient use.—
Odysseus surely!—That is thy belief?—
What else? It seems he hath no fear
Of such as we!—Whom praise ye there?
Whose prowess? Say!—Odysseus.—Nay,
Praise not the secret stabbing of a thief!

> Greek: — ἆρʼ ἔστʼ Ὀδυσσέως τοὔργον ἢ τίνος τόδε;
εἰ τοῖς πάροιθε χρὴ τεκμαίρεσθαι· τί μήν;
— δοκεῖς γάρ; — τί μὴν οὔ;
— θρασὺς γοῦν ἐς ἡμᾶς.
— τίνʼ ἀλκήν; τίνʼ αἰνεῖς; — Ὀδυσσῆ.
— μὴ κλωπὸς αἴνει φωτὸς αἱμύλον δόρυ.

[¶73] CHORUS.:
He came once, of old,
Up thro’ the city throng,
Foam on his lips, a-cold,
Huddled in rags that hung
Covering just the sword
Hid in his mantle’s pleat;

> Greek: Χορός:
ἔβα καὶ πάρος
κατὰ πόλιν, ὕπαφρον ὄμμʼ ἔχων,
ῥακοδύτῳ στολᾷ
πυκασθείς, ξιφήρης
κρύφιος ἐν πέπλοις.

[¶74] His face grimed and scored,
A priest of wandering feet,
Who begged his bread in the street.
Many and evil things
He cast on the brother kings
Like one long hurt, who nurseth anger sore;
Would that a curse, yea, would
The uttermost wrath of God
Had held those feet from walking Ilion’s shore!
DIVERS GUARDS: (talking).

> Greek: βίον δʼ ἐπαιτῶν εἷρπʼ ἀγύρτης τις λάτρις,
ψαφαρόχρουν κάρα πολυπινές τʼ ἔχων·
πολλὰ δὲ τὰν
βασιλίδʼ ἑστίαν Ἀτρειδᾶν κακῶς
ἔβαζε δῆθεν ἐχθρὸς ὢν στρατηλάταις.
ὄλοιτʼ ὄλοιτο πανδίκως,
πρὶν ἐπὶ γᾶν Φρυγῶν ποδὸς ἴχνος βαλεῖν.

[¶75] Odysseus or another,’tis the guard
Will weep for this. Aye, Hector will be hard.—
What will he say?—He will suspect.—Suspect?

> Greek: — εἴτʼ οὖν Ὀδυσσέως εἴτε μή, φόβος μʼ ἔχει·
Ἕκτωρ γὰρ ἡμῖν τοῖς φύλαξι μέμψεται.
— τί λάσκων; — δυσοίζων.

[¶76] What evil? What should make you fear?—’Twas we that left a passage clear.—
A passage?—Yea, for these men’s way,
Who came by night into the lines unchecked.
A sound of moaning outside in the darkness, which has been heard during the last few lines, now grows into articulate words.

> Greek: — τί δρᾶσαι; τί ταρβεῖς;
— καθʼ ἡμᾶς περᾶσαι … — τίνʼ ἀνδρῶν;
— οἳ τῆσδε νυκτὸς ἦλθον ἐς Φρυγῶν στρατόν.

[¶77] VOICE.:
Woe, woe!
The burden of the wrath of fate!

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ἰὼ, ἰώ, δαίμονος τύχα βαρεῖα. φεῦ φεῦ.

[¶78] GUARDS.:
Ha, listen! Wait.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἔα, ἔα·

[¶79] Crouch on the ground; it may be yet
Our man is drawing to the net.

> Greek: σῖγα πᾶς ὕφιζʼ· ἴσως γὰρ ἐς βόλον τις ἔρχεται.

[¶80] VOICE.:
Woe, woe!
The burden of the hills of Thrace!
LEADER.:
An ally? None of Hellene race.

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ἰὼ ἰώ,
συμφορὰ βαρεῖα Θρῃκῶν.
Χορός:
συμμάχων τις ὁ στένων.

[¶81] VOICE.:
Woe, woe!
Yea, woe to me and woe to thee,
My master! Once to set thine eye
On Ilion the accurst, and die!
LEADER: (calling aloud).

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ἰὼ ἰώ,
δύστηνος ἐγώ· σύ τʼ, ἄναξ Θρῃκῶν,
ὦ στυγνοτάτην Τροίαν ἐσιδών,
οἷόν σε βίου τέλος εἷλεν.

[¶82] Ho there! What ally passes? The dim night
Blurreth mine eyes; I cannot see thee right.

> Greek: Χορός:
τίς εἶ ποτʼ ἀνδρῶν συμμάχων; κατʼ εὐφρόνην
ἀμβλῶπες αὐγαὶ κοὔ σε γιγνώσκω τορῶς.

[¶83] VOICE.:
Ho, some one of the Trojan name!

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ποῦ τινʼ ἀνάκτων Τρωικῶν εὕρω;

[¶84] Where sleeps your king beneath his shield,
Hector? What marshal of the field
Will hear our tale... the men who came
And struck us and were gone; and we,
We woke and there was nought to see,
But our own misery.

> Greek: ποῦ δῆθʼ Ἕκτωρ
τὸν ὑπασπίδιον κοῖτον ἰαύει;
τίνι σημήνω διόπων στρατιᾶς
οἷα πεπόνθαμεν, οἷά τις ἡμᾶς
δράσας ἀφανῆ φροῦδος, φανερὸν
Θρῃξὶν πένθος τολυπεύσας;

[¶85] LEADER.:
I cannot hear him right; it sounds as if
The Thracians were surprised or in some grief.
There enters a wounded man, walking with difficulty; he is the Thracian Charioteer who came with RHESUS.

> Greek: Χορός:
κακὸν κυρεῖν τι Θρῃκίῳ στρατεύματι
ἔοικεν, οἷα τοῦδε γιγνώσκω κλύων.

[¶86] THRACIAN.:
The army lost and the king slain,
Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain!

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ἔρρει στρατιά, πέπτωκεν ἄναξ
δολίῳ πληγῇ.

[¶87] This deep raw wound... Oh, let me die
By thy side, Master, by thy side!
In shame together let us lie
Who came to save, and failed and died.

> Greek: ἆ ἆ ἆ ἆ,
οἵα μʼ ὀδύνη τείρει φονίου
τραύματος εἴσω. πῶς ἂν ὀλοίμην;
χρῆν γάρ μʼ ἀκλεῶς Ῥῆσόν τε θανεῖν,
Τροίᾳ κέλσαντʼ ἐπίκουρον;

[¶88] LEADER.:
This needs no surmise:’tis disaster plain
That comes. He speaketh of some ally slain.

> Greek: Χορός:
τάδʼ οὐκ ἐν αἰνιγμοῖσι σημαίνει κακά·
σαφῶς γὰρ αὐδᾷ συμμάχους ὀλωλότας.

[¶89] THRACIAN.:
Disaster, yea: and with disaster shame,
Which lights Disaster to a twofold flame
Of evil. For to die in soldier’s wise,
Since die we needs must... though the man who dies
Hath pain... to all his house ’tis praise and pride;

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
κακῶς πέπρακται κἀπὶ τοῖς κακοῖσι πρὸς
αἴσχιστα· καίτοι δὶς τόσον κακὸν τόδε·
θανεῖν γὰρ εὐκλεῶς μέν, εἰ θανεῖν χρεών,
λυπρὸν μὲν οἶμαι τῷ θανόντι — πῶς γὰρ οὔ; —
τοῖς ζῶσι δʼ ὄγκος καὶ δόμων εὐδοξία.

[¶90] But we, like laggards and like fools we died!

> Greek: ἡμεῖς δʼ ἀβούλως κἀκλεῶς ὀλώλαμεν.

[¶91] When Hector’s hand had showed us where to rest
And told the watchword, down we lay, oppressed
With weariness of that long march, and slept
Just as we fell. No further watch was kept,
Our arms not laid beside us; by the horse
No yoke nor harness ordered. Hector’s force
Had victory, so my master heard, and lay
Secure, just waiting for the dawn of day
To attack. So thought we all, and our lines broke
And slept. After a little time I woke,
Thinking about my horses, that the morn
Must see them yoked for war. I found the corn
And gave them plenteously. Then in the deep
Shadow I saw two men who seemed to creep
Close by our line, but swiftly, as I stirred,
Crouched and were seeking to make off unheard.

> Greek: ἐπεὶ γὰρ ἡμᾶς ηὔνασʼ Ἑκτόρεια χείρ,
ξύνθημα λέξας, ηὕδομεν πεδοστιβεῖ
κόπῳ δαμέντες, οὐδʼ ἐφρουρεῖτο στρατὸς
φυλακαῖσι νυκτέροισιν, οὐδʼ ἐν τάξεσιν
ἔκειτο τεύχη, πλῆκτρά τʼ οὐκ ἐπὶ ζυγοῖς
ἵππων καθήρμοσθʼ, ὡς ἄναξ ἐπεύθετο
κρατοῦντας ὑμᾶς κἀφεδρεύοντας νεῶν
πρύμναισι· φαύλως δʼ ηὕδομεν πεπτωκότες.
κἀγὼ μελούσῃ καρδίᾳ λήξας ὕπνου
πώλοισι χόρτον, προσδοκῶν ἑωθινὴν
ζεύξειν ἐς ἀλκήν, ἀφθόνῳ μετρῶ χερί.
λεύσσω δὲ φῶτε περιπολοῦνθʼ ἡμῶν στρατὸν
πυκνῆς διʼ ὄρφνης· ὡς δʼ ἐκινήθην ἐγώ,
ἐπτηξάτην τε κἀνεχωρείτην πάλιν·

[¶92] I shouted then, and bade them keep away:
Two thieves, I thought, from the great host that lay
Round us. They never answered, and, for me,
I said no more but turned and presently
Was sleeping. In my sleep there came a dream.

> Greek: ἤπυσα δʼ αὐτοῖς μὴ πελάζεσθαι στρατῷ,
κλῶπας δοκήσας συμμάχων πλάθειν τινάς.
οἳ δʼ οὐδέν· οὐ μὴν οὐδʼ ἐγὼ τὰ πλείονα.
ηὗδον δʼ ἀπελθὼν αὖθις ἐς κοίτην πάλιν.
καί μοι καθʼ ὕπνον δόξα τις παρίσταται·

[¶93] I seemed to see the horses—mine own team
I had trained long since and drove at Rhesus’ side—
But wolves were on their backs, wolves, couched astride,
Who drove and scourged; I saw the horses rear
And stagger with wide nostrils, stiff with fear,
And, starting up to drive the beasts away,
I woke.—A terror of great darkness lay
About me, but I lifted up my head
And listened. There was moaning, like the dead
That moan at night, and over me there flowed,
So soft, so warm—it was my master’s blood,
Who writhed beside me, dying! With a bound
I sprang up, empty-handed, groping round
For spear or sword, when, lo, a young strong man
Was close to me and slashed, and the sword ran
Deep through my flank. I felt its passage well,
So deep, so wide, so spreading... then I fell.
And they, they got the bridles in their hand
And fled.... Ah! Ah! This pain. I cannot stand.
The Guards catch him as he reels, and lay him on the ground.

> Greek: ἵππους γὰρ ἃς ἔθρεψα κἀδιφρηλάτουν
Ῥήσῳ παρεστώς, εἶδον, ὡς ὄναρ δοκῶν,
λύκους ἐπεμβεβῶτας ἑδραίαν ῥάχιν·
θείνοντε δʼ οὐρᾷ πωλικῆς ῥινοῦ τρίχα
ἤλαυνον, αἳ δʼ ἔρρεγκον ἐξ ἀντηρίδων
θυμὸν πνέουσαι κἀνεχαίτιζον φόβῳ.
ἐγὼ δʼ ἀμύνων θῆρας ἐξεγείρομαι
πώλοισιν· ἔννυχος γὰρ ἐξώρμα φόβος.
κλύω δʼ ἐπάρας κρᾶτα μυχθισμὸν νεκρῶν.
θερμὸς δὲ κρουνὸς δεσπότου πάρα σφαγαῖς
βάλλει με δυσθνῄσκοντος αἵματος νέου.
ὀρθὸς δʼ ἀνᾴσσω χειρὶ σὺν κενῇ δορός.
καί μʼ ἔγχος αὐγάζοντα καὶ θηρώμενον
παίει παραστὰς νεῖραν ἐς πλευρὰν ξίφει
ἀνὴρ ἀκμάζων· φασγάνου γὰρ ᾐσθόμην
πληγῆς, βαθεῖαν ἄλοκα τραύματος λαβών.
πίπτω δὲ πρηνής· οἳ δʼ ὄχημα πωλικὸν
λαβόντες ἵππων ἵεσαν φυγῇ πόδα.
ἆ ἆ.
ὀδύνη με τείρει, κοὐκέτʼ ὀρθοῦμαι τάλας.

[¶94] I know, I saw, thus much. But why or how
Those dead men went to death I cannot know,
Nor by whose work. But this I say; God send
’Tis not foul wrong wrought on us by a friend.

> Greek: καὶ ξυμφορὰν μὲν οἶδʼ ὁρῶν, τρόπῳ δʼ ὅτῳ
τεθνᾶσιν οἱ θανόντες οὐκ ἔχω φράσαι,
οὐδʼ ἐξ ὁποίας χειρός. εἰκάσαι δέ μοι
πάρεστι λυπρὰ πρὸς φίλων πεπονθέναι.

[¶95] LEADER.:
Good charioteer of that ill-fortuned king,
Suspect us not.’Tis Greeks have done this thing.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἡνίοχε Θρῃκὸς τοῦ κακῶς πεπραγότος,
μηδὲν δυσοίζου· πολέμιοι ῎δρασαν τάδε.

[¶96] But yonder Hector comes. He hath been shown
The foul deed, and thy sorrows are his own.
Enter HECTOR in wrath, with a band of Guards.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ δὲ καὐτὸς συμφορᾶς πεπυσμένος
χωρεῖ· συναλγεῖ δʼ, ὡς ἔοικε, σοῖς κακοῖς.

[¶97] HECTOR.:
Ye workers of amazement! Have your eyes
No sight? Ye watch and let these Argive spies
Pass—and our friends are butchered in their sleep—
And then pass back unwounded, laughing deep
Amid the galleys at the news they bring
Of Trojan sluggards and the fool their king?
Great God, ye never baulked them as they came,
Nor smote them as they went!
His eye falls on the CAPTAIN.
Who bears the blame
Of this but thou? Thou wast the watcher set
To guard this host till morn. I tell thee yet
For this deed—I have sworn by Zeus our Lord!—
The scourge of torment or the headsman’s sword
Awaits thee. Else, be Hector in your thought
Writ down a babbler and a man of nought.
LEADER: (grovelling before HECTOR)
Woe, woe! It was for thee, only for thee,
I must have gone, O Help and Majesty,
That time with message that the fires were burning.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
πῶς, ὦ μέγιστα πήματʼ ἐξειργασμένοι,
μολόντες ὑμᾶς πολεμίων κατάσκοποι
λήθουσιν αἰσχρῶς, καὶ κατεσφάγη στρατός,
κοὔτʼ εἰσιόντας στρατόπεδʼ ἐξαπώσατε
οὔτʼ ἐξιόντας; τῶνδε τίς τείσει δίκην
πλὴν σοῦ; σὲ γὰρ δὴ φύλακά φημʼ εἶναι στρατοῦ.
φροῦδοι δʼ ἄπληκτοι, τῇ Φρυγῶν κακανδρίᾳ
πόλλʼ ἐγγελῶντες τῷ στρατηλάτῃ τʼ ἐμοί.
εὖ νυν τόδʼ ἴστε — Ζεὺς ὀμώμοται πατήρ —
ἤτοι μάραγνά γʼ ἢ καρανιστὴς μόρος
μένει σε δρῶντα τοιάδʼ, ἢ τὸν Ἕκτορα
τὸ μηδὲν εἶναι καὶ κακὸν νομίζετε.
Χορός:
ἰὼ ἰώ,
μετὰ σέ, ναί, μετὰ σέ, ὦ πολίοχον κράτος,
τότʼ ἄρʼ ἔμολον, ὅτε σοι
ἄγγελος ἦλθον ἀμφὶ ναῦς πύρʼ αἴθειν·

[¶98] Mine eye was keen; I swear by Simois river,
It never drooped nor slumbered, never, never,
From eve till morning!
My master, verily, I am innocent utterly,
Build not such wrath against me, Lord, nor harden
Thy heart; let Time be judge; and if in deed
Or word I have offended, let me bleed!
Bury me here alive! I ask no pardon.
THRACIAN.: HECTOR is standing over him ready to strike when the CHARIOTEER speaks.

> Greek: ἐπεὶ ἄγρυπνον ὄμμʼ ἐν εὐφρόνῃ
οὔτʼ ἐκοίμισʼ οὔτʼ ἔβριξʼ,
οὐ τὰς Σιμοεντιάδας πηγάς· μή μοι
κότον, ὦ ἄνα, θῇς· ἀναίτιος γὰρ
… ἔγωγε πάντων.
εἰ δὲ χρόνῳ παράκαιρον ἔργον ἢ λόγον
πύθῃ, κατά με γᾶς
ζῶντα πόρευσον· οὐ παραιτοῦμαι.

[¶99] Why threaten them? Art thou a Greek to blind
My barbarous wit so nimbly, in a wind
Of words? This work was thine. And no man’s head
Is asked by us, the wounded and the dead,
Save thine. It needs more play, and better feigned,
To hide from me that thou hast slain thy friend
By craft, to steal his horses.—That is why
He stabs his friends. He prays them earnestly,
Prays them to come; they came and they are dead.

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
τί τοῖσδʼ ἀπειλεῖς βάρβαρός τε βαρβάρου
γνώμην ὑφαιρῇ τὴν ἐμήν, πλέκων λόγους;
σὺ ταῦτʼ ἔδρασας· οὐδένʼ ἂν δεξαίμεθα
οὔθʼ οἱ θανόντες οὔτʼ ἂν οἱ τετρωμένοι
ἄλλον· μακροῦ γε δεῖ σε καὶ σοφοῦ λόγου,
ὅτῳ με πείσεις μὴ φίλους κατακτανεῖν,
ἵππων ἐρασθείς, ὧν ἕκατι συμμάχους
τοὺς σοὺς φονεύεις, πόλλʼ ἐπισκήπτων μολεῖν.

[¶100] A cleaner man was Paris, when he fled
With his host’s wife. He was no murderer.

> Greek: ἦλθον, τεθνᾶσιν· εὐπρεπέστερον Πάρις
ξενίαν κατῄσχυνʼ ἢ σὺ συμμάχους κτανών.

[¶101] Profess not thou that any Greek was there
To fall on us. What Greek could pass the screen
Of Trojan posts in front of us, unseen?

> Greek: μὴ γάρ τι λέξῃς ὥς τις Ἀργείων μολὼν
διώλεσʼ ἡμᾶς· τίς δʼ ὑπερβαλὼν λόχους
Τρώων ἐφʼ ἡμᾶς ἦλθεν, ὥστε καὶ λαθεῖν;

[¶102] Thyself was stationed there, and all thy men.

> Greek: σὺ πρόσθεν ἡμῶν ἧσο καὶ Φρυγῶν στρατός.

[¶103] What man of yours was slain or wounded when
Your Greek spies came? Not one;’tis we, behind,
Are wounded, and some worse than wounded, blind
Forever to the sunlight. When we seek
Our vengeance, we shall go not to the Greek.

> Greek: τίς οὖν τέτρωται, τίς τέθνηκε συμμάχων
τῶν σῶν, μολόντων ὧν σὺ πολεμίων λέγεις;
ἡμεῖς δʼ ἑκὰς τετρώμεθʼ, οἳ δὲ μειζόνως
παθόντες οὐχ ὁρῶσιν ἡλίου φάος.
ἁπλῶς δʼ Ἀχαιῶν οὐδένʼ αἰτιώμεθα.

[¶104] What stranger in that darkness could have trod
Straight to where Rhesus lay—unless some God
Pointed his path? They knew not, whispered not,
Rhesus had ever come....’Tis all a plot.
HECTOR: (steadied and courteous again).

> Greek: τίς δʼ ἂν χαμεύνας πολεμίων κατʼ εὐφρόνην
Ῥήσου μολὼν ἐξηῦρεν, εἰ μή τις θεῶν
ἔφραζε τοῖς κτανοῦσιν; οὐδʼ ἀφιγμένον
τὸ πάμπαν ᾖσαν· ἀλλὰ μηχανᾷ τάδε.

[¶105] Good allies I have had since first the Greek
Set foot in Troy, and never heard them speak
Complaint of Hector. Thou wilt be the first.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
χρόνον μὲν ἤδη συμμάχοισι χρώμεθα
ὅσονπερ ἐν γῇ τῇδʼ Ἀχαιικὸς λεώς,
κοὐδὲν πρὸς αὐτῶν οἶδα πλημμελὲς κλύων·

[¶106] I have not, by God’s mercy, such a thirst
For horses as to murder for their sake.
He turns to his own men.

> Greek: ἐν σοὶ δʼ ἂν ἀρχοίμεσθα. μή μʼ ἔρως ἕλοι
τοιοῦτος ἵππων ὥστʼ ἀποκτείνειν φίλους.

[¶107] Odysseus! Yet again Odysseus! Take
All the Greek armies, is there one but he
Could have devised, or dared, this devilry?
I fear him; yea, fear in mine own despite,
Lest Dolon may have crossed him in the night
And perished;’tis so long he cometh not.

> Greek: καὶ ταῦτʼ Ὀδυσσεύς· τίς γὰρ ἄλλος ἄν ποτε
ἔδρασεν ἢ ʼβούλευσεν Ἀργείων ἀνήρ;
δέδοικα δʼ αὐτὸν καί τί μου θράσσει φρένας,
μὴ καὶ Δόλωνα συντυχὼν κατακτάνῃ·
χρόνον γὰρ ἤδη φροῦδος ὢν οὐ φαίνεται.

[¶108] THRACIAN.:
I know not who Odysseus is, nor what.

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
οὐκ οἶδα τοὺς σοὺς οὓς λέγεις Ὀδυσσέας·

[¶109] I know it was no Greek that wounded us.

> Greek: ἡμεῖς δʼ ὑπʼ ἐχθρῶν οὐδενὸς πεπλήγμεθα.

[¶110] HECTOR.:
To think thus pleasures thee? Well, have it thus.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
σὺ δʼ οὖν νόμιζε ταῦτʼ, ἐπείπερ σοι δοκεῖ.

[¶111] THRACIAN.:
Home, home! To die at home and rest my head!

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ὦ γαῖα πατρίς, πῶς ἂν ἐνθάνοιμί σοι;

[¶112] HECTOR.:
Nay, die not, friend. We have enough of dead.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
μὴ θνῇσχʼ· ἅλις γὰρ τῶν τεθνηκότων ὄχλος.

[¶113] THRACIAN.:
How can I live? Lost, and my master slain.

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ποῖ δὴ τράπωμαι δεσποτῶν μονούμενος;

[¶114] HECTOR.:
My house will shelter thee and heal thy pain.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
οἶκός σε κεύθων οὑμὸς ἐξιάσεται.

[¶115] THRACIAN.:
Thy house? Will murderers’ nursing give me peace?

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
καὶ πῶς με κηδεύσουσιν αὐθεντῶν χέρες;

[¶116] HECTOR.:
Still the same tale! This man will never cease.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ὅδʼ αὖ τὸν αὐτὸν μῦθον οὐ λήξει λέγων.

[¶117] THRACIAN.:
My curse rest—not on Hector, but on those
Who stabbed us, as thou say’st.—Ah, Justice knows!

> Greek: Ἡνίοχος:
ὄλοιθʼ ὁ δράσας. οὐ γὰρ ἐς σὲ τείνεται
γλῶσσʼ, ὡς σὺ κομπεῖς· ἡ Δίκη δʼ ἐπίσταται.

[¶118] HECTOR.:
There, lift him.—Bear him to my house. Take pains,
If care can do it, that the man complains
No more of Troy.—Ye others, bear withal
To Priam and the Elders of the Wall
My charge, that, where the cart-road from the plain
Branches, they make due burial for our slain.
One party of Guards lifts carefully the wounded THRACIAN and goes off bearing him: another departs with the message to Troy.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
λάζυσθʼ· ἄγοντες ⟨δʼ⟩ αὐτὸν ἐς δόμους ἐμούς,
οὕτως ὅπως ἂν μὴ ʼγκαλῇ πορσύνετε·
ὑμᾶς δʼ ἰόντας τοῖσιν ἐν τείχει χρεὼν
Πριάμῳ τε καὶ γέρουσι σημῆναι νεκροὺς
θάπτειν κελεύθου λεωφόρου πρὸς ἐκτροπάς.

[¶119] CHORUS.:
Back from the heights of happiness,
Back, back, to labour and distress
Some god that is not ours doth lead
Troy and her sons; He sows the seed,
Who knows the reaping?
In the air at the back there appears a Vision of the MUSE holding the body of her dead son RHESUS.
Ah! Ah!

> Greek: Χορός:
τί ποτʼ εὐτυχίας ἐκ τῆς μεγάλης
Τροίαν ἀνάγει πάλιν ἐς πένθη
δαίμων ἄλλος, τί φυτεύων;
ἔα ἔα. [ὦ ὦ.]

[¶120] My king, what cometh? There appears
Some Spirit, like a mist of tears;
And in her arms a man lieth,
So young, so wearied unto death;
To see such vision presageth
Wrath and great weeping.
The Guards hide their heads in their mantles.

> Greek: τίς ὑπὲρ κεφαλῆς θεός, ὦ βασιλεῦ,
τὸν νεόκμητον νεκρὸν ἐν χειροῖν
φοράδην πέμπει;
ταρβῶ, λεύσσων τόδε, πῆμα.

[¶121] MUSE.:
Nay, look your fill, ye Trojans. It is I,
The many-sistered Muse, of worship high
In wise men’s hearts, who come to mourn mine own
Most pitifully loved, most injured, son,
For whose shed blood Odysseus yet shall pay
Vengeance, who crawled and stabbed him where he lay.

> Greek: Μοῦσα:
ὁρᾶν πάρεστι, Τρῶες· ἡ γὰρ ἐν σοφοῖς
τιμὰς ἔχουσα Μοῦσα συγγόνων μία
πάρειμι, παῖδα τόνδʼ ὁρῶσʼ οἰκτρῶς φίλον
θανόνθʼ ὑπʼ ἐχθρῶν· ὅν ποθʼ ὁ κτείνας χρόνῳ
δόλιος Ὀδυσσεὺς ἀξίαν τείσει δίκην.

[¶122] MUSE.:
With a dirge of the Thracian mountains,
I mourn for thee, O my son.
For a mother’s weeping, for a galley’s launching, for
the way to Troy;

> Greek: Μοῦσα:
ἰαλέμῳ αὐθιγενεῖ,
τέκνον, σʼ ὀλοφύρομαι, ὦ
ματρὸς ἄλγος, οἵαν
ἔκελσας ὁδὸν ποτὶ Τροίαν·

[¶123] A sad going, and watched by spirits of evil.
His mother chid him to stay, but he rose and went.
His father besought him to stay, but he went in anger.

> Greek: ἦ δυσδαίμονα καὶ μελέαν,
ἀπομεμφομένας ἐμοῦ πορευθείς,
ἀπὸ δʼ ἀντομένου πατρὸς βιαίως.

[¶124] Ah, woe is me for thee, thou dear face,
My belovèd and my son!

> Greek: ὤμοι ἐγὼ σέθεν, ὦ φιλία
φιλία κεφαλά, τέκνον, ὤμοι.

[¶125] LEADER.:
Goddess, if tears for such as thee may run
In our low eyes, I weep for thy dead son.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὅσον προσήκει μὴ γένους κοινωνίαν
ἔχοντι λύπῃ τὸν σὸν οἰκτίρω γόνον.

[¶126] MUSE.:
I say to thee: Curse Odysseus,
And cursèd be Diomede!
For they made me childless, and forlorn for ever, of
the flower of sons.

> Greek: Μοῦσα:
ὄλοιτο μὲν Οἰνεΐδας,
ὄλοιτο δὲ Λαρτιάδας,
ὅς μʼ ἄπαιδα γέννας
ἔθηκεν ἀριστοτόκοιο·

[¶127] Yea, curse Helen, who left the houses of Hellas.
She knew her lover, she feared not the ships and sea.
She called thee, called thee, to die for the sake of Paris,
Belovèd, and a thousand cities
She made empty of good men.

> Greek: ἅ θʼ Ἕλλανα λιποῦσα δόμον
Φρυγίων λεχέων ἔπλευσε πλαθεῖσʼ
ὑπʼ Ἰλίῳ ὤλεσε μὲν σʼ ἕκατι Τροίας,
φίλτατε, μυριάδας τε πόλεις
ἀνδρῶν ἀγαθῶν ἐκένωσεν.

[¶128] O conquered Thamyris, is this thy bane
Returned from death to pierce my heart again?

> Greek: Μοῦσα:
ἦ πολλὰ μὲν ζῶν, πολλὰ δʼ εἰς Ἅιδου μολών,
Φιλάμμονος παῖ, τῆς ἐμῆς ἥψω φρενός·

[¶129] Thy pride it was, and bitter challenge cast
’Gainst all the Muses, did my flesh abase
To bearing of this Child, what time I passed
Through the deep stream and looked on Strymon’s face,
And felt his great arms clasp me, when to old
Pangaion and the earth of hoarded gold
We Sisters came with lutes and psalteries,
Provoked to meet in bitter strife of song
That mountain wizard, and made dark the eyes
Of Thamyris, who wrought sweet music wrong.

> Greek: ὕβρις γάρ, ἥ σʼ ἔσφηλε, καὶ Μουσῶν ἔρις
τεκεῖν μʼ ἔθηκε τόνδε δύστηνον γόνον.
περῶσα γὰρ δὴ ποταμίους διὰ ῥοὰς
λέκτροις ἐπλάθην Στρυμόνος φυταλμίοις,
ὅτʼ ἤλθομεν γῆς χρυσόβωλον ἐς λέπας
Πάγγαιον ὀργάνοισιν ἐξησκημέναι
Μοῦσαι μεγίστην εἰς ἔριν μελῳδίας
κείνῳ σοφιστῇ Θρῃκί, κἀκτυφλώσαμεν
Θάμυριν, ὃς ἡμῶν πόλλʼ ἐδέννασεν τέχνην.

[¶130] I bore thee, Child; and then, in shame before
My sisterhood, my dear virginity,
I stood again upon thy Father’s shore
And cast thee to the deeps of him; and he
Received and to no mortal nursing gave
His child, but to the Maidens of the Wave.

> Greek: κἀπεὶ σὲ τίκτω, συγγόνους αἰδουμένη
καὶ παρθενείαν, ἧκʼ ἐς εὐύδρου πατρὸς
δίνας· τρέφειν δέ σʼ οὐ βρότειον ἐς χέρα
Στρυμὼν δίδωσιν, ἀλλὰ πηγαίαις κόραις.

[¶131] And well they nursed thee, and a king thou wast
And first of Thrace in war; yea, far and near
Through thine own hills thy bloody chariot passed,
Thy battered helm flashed, and I had no fear;

> Greek: ἔνθʼ ἐκτραφεὶς κάλλιστα Παρθένων ὕπο,
Θρῄκης ἀνάσσων πρῶτος ἦσθʼ ἀνδρῶν, τέκνον.
καί σʼ ἀμφὶ γῆν μὲν πατρίαν φιλαιμάτους
ἀλκὰς κορύσσοντʼ οὐκ ἐδείμαινον θανεῖν·

[¶132] Only to Troy I charged thee not to go:
I knew the fated end: but Hector’s cry,
Borne overseas by embassies of woe,
Called thee to battle for thy friends and die.

> Greek: Τροίας δʼ ἀπηύδων ἄστυ μὴ κέλσαι ποτε,
εἰδυῖα τὸν σὸν πότμον· ἀλλά σʼ Ἕκτορος
πρεσβεύμαθʼ αἵ τε μυρίαι γερουσίαι
ἔπεισαν ἐλθεῖν κἀπικουρῆσαι φίλοις.

[¶133] And thou, Athena—nothing was the deed
Odysseus wrought this night nor Diomede—’Tis thine, all thine; dream not thy cruel hand
Is hid from me! Yet ever on thy land
The Muse hath smiled; we gave it praise above
All cities, yea, fulfilled it with our love.
The light of thy great Mysteries was shed
By Orpheus, very cousin of this dead
Whom thou hast slain; and thine high citizen
Musaeus, wisest of the tribes of men,
We and Apollo guided all his way:

> Greek: καὶ τοῦδʼ, Ἀθάνα, παντὸς αἰτία μόρου,
— οὐδὲν δʼ Ὀδυσσεὺς οὐδʼ ὁ Τυδέως τόκος
ἔδρασε δράσας — μὴ δόκει λεληθέναι.
καίτοι πόλιν σὴν σύγγονοι πρεσβεύομεν
Μοῦσαι μάλιστα κἀπιχρώμεθα χθονί,
μυστηρίων τε τῶν ἀπορρήτων φανὰς
ἔδειξεν Ὀρφεύς, αὐτανέψιος νεκροῦ
τοῦδʼ ὃν κατακτείνεις σύ· Μουσαῖόν τε, σὸν
σεμνὸν πολίτην κἀπὶ πλεῖστον ἄνδρʼ ἕνα
ἐλθόντα, Φοῖβος σύγγονοί τʼ ἠσκήσαμεν.

[¶134] For which long love behold the gift ye pay!
I wreathe him in my arms; I wail his wrong
Alone, and ask no other mourner’s song.
She weeps over RHESUS.

> Greek: καὶ τῶνδε μισθὸν παῖδʼ ἔχουσʼ ἐν ἀγκάλαις
θρηνῶ· σοφιστὴν δʼ ἄλλον οὐκ ἐπάξομαι.

[¶135] LEADER.:
Hector, thou hearest. We were guiltless here,
And falsely spake that Thracian charioteer.

> Greek: Χορός:
μάτην ἄρʼ ἡμᾶς Θρῄκιος τροχηλάτης
ἐδέννασʼ, Ἕκτορ, τῷδε βουλεῦσαι φόνον.

[¶136] HECTOR.:
Always I knew it. Had we any need
Of seers to tell this was Odysseus’ deed?

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
ᾔδη τάδʼ· οὐδὲν μάντεων ἔδει φράσαι
Ὀδυσσέως τέχναισι τόνδʼ ὀλωλότα.

[¶137] For me, what could I else, when I beheld
The hosts of Argos camped upon this field,
What but with prayers and heralds bid my friend
Come forth and fight for Ilion ere the end?

> Greek: ἐγὼ δὲ γῆς ἔφεδρον Ἑλλήνων στρατὸν
λεύσσων, τί μὴν ἔμελλον οὐ πέμψειν φίλοις
κήρυκας, ἐλθεῖν κἀπικουρῆσαι χθονί;

[¶138] He owed me that.—Yet, now my friend is slain,
His sorrow is my sorrow. On this plain
I will uplift a wondrous sepulchre,
And burn about it gifts beyond compare
Of robes and frankincense. To Troy’s relief
He came in love and parteth in great grief.

> Greek: ἔπεμψʼ· ὀφείλων δʼ ἦλθε συμπονεῖν ἐμοί.
οὐ μὴν θανόντι γʼ οὐδαμῶς συνήδομαι.
καὶ νῦν ἕτοιμος τῷδε καὶ τεῦξαι τάφον
καὶ ξυμπυρῶσαι μυρίων πέπλων χλιδήν·
φίλος γὰρ ἐλθὼν δυστυχῶς ἀπέρχεται.

[¶139] MUSE.:
My son shall not be laid in any grave
Of darkness; thus much guerdon will I crave
Of Death’s eternal bride, the heavenly-born
Maid of Demeter, Life of fruits and corn,
To set this one soul free. She owes me yet,
For Orpheus widowed, an abiding debt.

> Greek: Μοῦσα:
οὐκ εἶσι γαίας ἐς μελάγχιμον πέδον·
τοσόνδε Νύμφην τὴν ἔνερθʼ αἰτήσομαι,
τῆς καρποποιοῦ παῖδα Δήμητρος θεᾶς,
ψυχὴν ἀνεῖναι τοῦδʼ· ὀφειλέτις δέ μοι
τοὺς Ὀρφέως τιμῶσα φαίνεσθαι φίλους.

[¶140] To me he still must be—that know I well—
As one in death, who sees not. Where I dwell
He must not come, nor see his mother’s face.

> Greek: κἀμοὶ μὲν ὡς θανών τε κοὐ λεύσσων φάος
ἔσται τὸ λοιπόν· οὐ γὰρ ἐς ταὐτόν ποτε
οὔτʼ εἶσιν οὔτε μητρὸς ὄψεται δέμας·

[¶141] Alone for ever, in a caverned place
Of silver-veinèd earth, hid from men’s sight,
A Man yet Spirit, he shall live in light:
As under far Pangaion Orpheus lies,
Priest of great light and worshipped of the wise.

> Greek: κρυπτὸς δʼ ἐν ἄντροις τῆς ὑπαργύρου χθονὸς
ἀνθρωποδαίμων κείσεται βλέπων φάος,
Βάκχου προφήτης ὥστε Παγγαίου πέτραν
ᾤκησε, σεμνὸς τοῖσιν εἰδόσιν θεός.

[¶142] Howbeit an easier anguish even to me
Falls than to Thetis in her azure sea;
For her son too shall die; and sorrowing,
First on the hills our band for thee shall sing,
Then for Achilles by the weeping wave.

> Greek: ῥᾷον δὲ πένθος τῆς θαλασσίας θεοῦ
οἴσω· θανεῖν γὰρ καὶ τὸν ἐκ κείνης χρεών.
θρήνοις δʼ ἀδελφαὶ πρῶτα μὲν σὲ ὑμνήσομεν,
ἔπειτʼ Ἀχιλλέα Θέτιδος ἐν πένθει ποτέ.

[¶143] Pallas could murder thee, but shall not save
Thy foe; too swift Apollo’s bolt shall fly.

> Greek: οὐ ῥύσεταί νιν Παλλάς, ἥ σʼ ἀπέκτανεν·
τοῖον φαρέτρα Λοξίου σῴζει βέλος.

[¶144] O fleshly loves of sad mortality,
O bitter motherhood of these that die,
She that hath wisdom will endure her doom,
The days of emptiness, the fruitless womb;
Not love, not bear love’s children to the tomb.
The VISION rises through the air and vanishes.

> Greek: ὦ παιδοποιοὶ συμφοραί, πόνοι βροτῶν·
ὡς ὅστις ὑμᾶς μὴ κακῶς λογίζεται,
ἄπαις διοίσει κοὐ τεκὼν θάψει τέκνα.

[¶145] LEADER.:
The dead man sleepeth in his mother’s care;

> Greek: Χορός:
οὗτος μὲν ἤδη μητρὶ κηδεύειν μέλει·

[¶146] But we who battle still—behold, the glare
Of dawn that rises. Doth thy purpose hold,
Hector, our arms are ready as of old.

> Greek: σὺ δʼ εἴ τι πράσσειν τῶν προκειμένων θέλεις,
Ἕκτορ, πάρεστι· φῶς γὰρ ἡμέρας τόδε.

[¶147] HECTOR.:
March on; and bid the allies with all speed
Be armed, bind fast the yoke upon the steed,
Then wait with torches burning, till we sound
The Tuscan trump.—This day we shall confound,
God tells me, their Greek phalanx, break their high
Rampart and fire the galleys where they lie.
Pointing to the dawn.
Yon first red arrow of the Sun, that brings
The dawn to Troy, hath freedom on his wings.
During the following lines HECTOR goes to his tent to get his shield, and as he enters sees DOLON’S bloody wolf-skin hanging. He takes it, looks at it, and throws it down without a word. Then he puts on his helmet, takes his shield and spear, and follows the Guards as they march off.

> Greek: Ἕκτωρ:
χωρεῖτε, συμμάχους δʼ ὁπλίζεσθαι τάχος
ἄνωχθε πληροῦν τʼ αὐχένας ξυνωρίδων.
πανοὺς δʼ ἔχοντας χρὴ μένειν Τυρσηνικῆς
σάλπιγγος αὐδήν· ὡς ὑπερβαλὼν στρατὸν
τείχη τʼ Ἀχαιῶν ναυσὶν αἶθον ἐμβαλεῖν
πέποιθα Τρωσί θʼ ἡμέραν ἐλευθέραν
ἀκτῖνα τὴν στείχουσαν ἡλίου φέρειν.

[¶148] CHORUS.:
The Chief hath spoken: let his will
Be law, ye Trojans.—Raise the cry
To Arms! To Arms! and down the line
Of allies pass the battle-sign.
The God of Ilion liveth still;
And men may conquer ere they die.
Exeunt.

> Greek: Χορός:
πείθου βασιλεῖ· στείχωμεν ὅπλοις
κοσμησάμενοι καὶ ξυμμαχίᾳ
τάδε φράζωμεν· τάχα δʼ ἂν νίκην
δοίη δαίμων ὁ μεθʼ ἡμῶν.