Hark! flocks to the pasture are going: they bleat as they stray down Ida's brow.
And I hear it float through the night, the note of the pipe's ethereal cry.
And drowsihead with her witchery sweet is lulling mine eyelids now;
For to weary eyes she cometh, I wot, most dear when the dawn is nigh.
Semichorus 1.
Why draweth not near unto us that scout
Whom Hector to spy on the fleet sent out?
Semichorus 2.
Long stays he: there haunts me a fearful doubt.
Semichorus 1.
Is he slain, think ye, in an ambuscade? 560
Manifest soon shall his fate be made.
Semichorus 2.
I rede ye then that we haste to call
The Lycians: to them did the fifth watch fall
When the lot to our stations assigned us all.
Enter Odysseus and Diomedes.
Odysseus.
Diomedes, heard'st thou not—or through mine ears 565
Thrills but an empty sound?—a clash of arms?
Diomedes.
Nay, 'tis steel harness hung o'er chariot-rails
