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Why then this affright?

Fear not.

Is an ambush of darkness on us?

Nay, none.

Why then hast forsaken thus

Thy watch, and uprousest the host, if thou bring

No tidings? Knowest thou not how nigh

To the Argive spears lie slumbering

Our ranks in their battle-panoply?

Nay, but with armed hand, Hector, speed

Hence to thine allies' resting-place:

Rouse them from slumber, and bid upraise

Spears: let a friend to thy war-band run.

Bit ye and bridle the chariot-steed.

Who will go for us to Panthoüs' son,

Or Europa's, the chief of the Lycian array?

Where be the choosers of victims to bleed?

And the captains of dartmen, where be they?

Archers of Phrygia, let sinews be slipped

O'er the notches, to strain the bows horn-tipt!

In part dost thou bring to us tidings of dread,