Part 7 (2/2)

ODYSSEUS.

Diomede, hist!--A little sound of arms Clanking. . . or am I full of void alarms?

DIOMEDE.

No. 'Tis some horse tied to the chariot rail That clanks his chain.--My heart began to fail A moment, till I heard the horse's champ.

[_They steal on further, keeping in the shadow._

ODYSSEUS.

Mind--in that shade--the watchers of the camp.

DIOMEDE.

I keep in shadow, but I am staring hard.

ODYSSEUS.

Thou know'st the watchword, if we stir some guard?

DIOMEDE. [vv. 573-584]

Phoebus. 'Twas the last sign that Dolon gave.

[_They creep forward in silence to the entrance of_ HECTOR's _tent_.

ODYSSEUS.

Now, forward!

[_They dash into the tent, swords drawn; then return._

G.o.d! All empty as the grave!

DIOMEDE.

Yet Dolon told us Hector's couch was made Just here. For none but him I drew this blade.

ODYSSEUS.

What means it? To some ambush is he gone?

DIOMEDE.

Maybe, to work some craft on us at dawn.

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