Chorus: Whenso the gods stand by the burghers staunch and true, the
tide of fortune glides with easy flow to a successful goal.
Hector: I shall find a host of friends now that fortune smiles upon
my warring and Zeus is on my side. But no need have we of those who
shared not our toils of erst, what time the War-god, driving all before
him, was rending the sails of our ship of state with his tempestuous
blast. Rhesus hath shewn the friendship he then bore to Troy; for
he cometh to the feast, albeit he was not with the hunters when they
took the prey, nor joined his spear with theirs.
Chorus: Thou art right to scorn and blame such friends; yet welcome
those who fain would help the state.
Hector: Sufficient we who long have kept Ilium safe.
Chorus: Art so sure thou hast already caught the foe?
Hector: Quite sure I am; to-morrow's light will make that plain.
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