Semi-Chorus: Whose work is this? is it the deed of Odysseus?
If one may conjecture from his former acts, of course it is.
Dost think so really? Why, of course.
He is a bold foe for us.
Who is? whom art thou praising for valiancy?
Odysseus.
Praise not the crafty weapons that a robber uses.
Chorus: Once before he came into this city, with swimming bleary eyes,
in rags and tatters clad, his sword hidden in his cloak. And like
some vagrant menial he slunk about begging his board, his hair all
tousled and matted with filth, and many a bitter curse he uttered
against the royal house of the Atreidae, as though forsooth he were
to those chiefs opposed. Would, oh! Would, oh! would he had perished,
as was his due, or ever he set foot on Phrygia's soil!
Semi-Chorus: Whether it were really Odysseus or not, I am afeard.
Aye surely, for Hector will blame us sentinels.
What can he allege?
He will suspect.
What have we done? why art afeard?
By us did pass-
Well, who?
They who this night came to the Phrygian host. (Enter Charioteer.)
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