Paris: Thou dost persuade me, and I believe thy words, and will go
to guard my post, free of fear.
Athena: Go, for 'tis my pleasure ever to watch thy interests, that
so I may see my allies prosperous. Yea, and thou too shalt recognize
my zeal. (Exit Paris., Enter Odysseus and Diomedes.) O son of
Laertes, I bid you sheathe your whetted swords, ye warriors all too
keen; for dead before you lies the Thracian chief, his steeds are
captured, but the foe have wind thereof, and are coming forth against
you; fly with all speed to the ships' station. Why delay to save your
lives when the foemen's storm is just bursting on you?
Chorus: On, on! strike, strike, lay on, lay on! deal death in every
blow!
Semi-Chorus: Who goes there?
Look you, that man I mean. There are the thieves who in the gloom
disturbed this host. Hither, come hither, every man of you! I have
them-I have clutched them fast.
What is the watchword? Whence cam'st thou? Thy country?
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