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361—409 "What glorious man, for high attempts prepared,

Dares greatly venture for a rich reward?

Of yonder fleet a bold discovery make,

What watch they keep, and what resolves they take?

If now, subdued, they meditate their flight,

And, spent with toil, neglect the watch of night?

His be the chariot that shall please him most,

Of all the plunder of the vanquished host;

His the fair steeds that all the rest excel,

And his the glory to have served so well." A youth there was among the tribes of Troy, Dolon his name, Eumedes' only boy: Five girls beside the reverend herald told: Rich was the son in brass, and rich in gold: Not blessed by nature with the charms of face, But swift of foot, and matchless in the race. "Hector!" he said, "my courage bids me meet This high achievement, and explore the fleet: But first exalt thy sceptre to the skies, And swear to grant me the demanded prize; The immortal coursers, and the glittering car That bear Pelides through the ranks of war. Encouraged thus, no idle scout I go, Fulfil thy wish, their whole intention know, E'en to the royal tent pursue my way, And all their councils, all their aims, betray." The chief then heaved the golden sceptre high, Attesting thus the monarch of the sky: "Be witness, thou! immortal lord of all! Whose thunder shakes the dark aërial hall: By none but Dolon shall this prize be borne, And him alone the immortal steeds adorn." Thus Hector swore: the gods were called in vain; But the rash youth prepares to scour the plain: Across his back the bended bow he flung, A wolf's grey hide around his shoulders hung, A ferret's downy fur his helmet lined, And in his hand a pointed javelin shined. Then, never to return, he sought the shore, And trod the path his feet must tread no more. Scarce had he passed the steeds and Trojan throng, Still bending forward as he coursed along, When, on the hollow way, the approaching tread Ulysses marked, and thus to Diomed: "O friend! I hear some step of hostile feet, Moving this way, or hastening to the fleet; Some spy, perhaps, to lurk beside the main; Or nightly pillager that strips the slain. Yet let him pass, and win a little space;