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RHESUS.
485

And new-shed blood hot-welling plashed on me 790
As by my murdered lord's death-throes I lay.
Upright I leapt, with never a spear in hand.
Then, as I peered and groped to find my lance,
From hard by 'neath my ribs a sword-thrust came
From some strong man—strong, for I felt the blade 795
Strike home, felt that deep furrow of the gash.
Face-down I fell: the chariot and the steeds[1]
The robbers took, and fled into the night.
Ah me! Ah me!
Pain racketh me—O wretch! I cannot stand.
What ill befell I know—I saw it. How 800
The slain men perished, this I cannot tell,
Nor by what hand: but this do I divine—
Foully have they been dealt with by allies.


Chorus.

O charioteer of Thracia's lord ill-starred,
Never suspect of this deed thine allies. 805
Lo, Hector's self, who hath heard of your mischance,
Comes : in thine ills he sorroweth, as beseems.


Enter Hector.

Hector.

How passed the men[2] who wrought this direst scathe—
Spies from the foemen—passed unmarked of you,
For your shame, and for slaughter of the host, 810
Nor ye withstood them entering the camp,

  1. Others, "the team of chariot-steeds;" the Homeric account.
  2. Nauck's reading. The MSS. πῶς ὦ, "How passed—O ye who have wrought, etc."