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What then is the watchword?

Phœbus.

Right: his spear let each refrain.

Know'st thou whither went the men?

Sooth, somewhere we beheld them nigh.

Press, each man, upon their track!

Or shall we raise the 'larum cry?

[Odysseus slips away into the darkness.

Nay, 'twere perilous to scare with night-alarms a war-ally.

(They perceive Odysseus' absence.)

He is gone from us!—who was the man

Who shall vaunt of his aweless might?