SHEPHERD.
Ho, Master!
Enter HECTOR from tent.
I would it ofttimes were my luck to share
As goodly news with thee as now I bear.
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HECTOR.
What dulness hangs about these shepherds! Block,
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Com’st thou to us with tidings of thy flock
Here in the field in arms? Who wants thee here?
Thou know’st my house; thou know’st my father’s.
There
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Tell all about thy lucky lambs.—Now go.
SHEPHERD.
Dull wits, we shepherds! Aye, ’twas alway so.
Yet still, there is some good news to be told.
HECTOR.
A truce there to thy gossip of the fold!
Our dealings are of war, of sword and spear.
He turns to go.
SHEPHERD.
Aye; so were mine. That is what brought me here.
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HECTOR’S manner changes.
A chief comes yonder, leading a great band
Of spears, with help to thee and all the land.
HECTOR.
From whence? How do his name and lineage run?
SHEPHERD.
He comes from
Thrace
, the River Strymon’s son.
HECTOR.
Rhesus! Not Rhesus, here on Trojan soil?
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SHEPHERD.
Thou hast guessed. That eases me of half my toil.
HECTOR.
What makes he there towards Ida? All astray
Thus from the plain and the broad waggon-way!
Rhesus. Euripides. Gilbert Murray (Translator). London. 1913.
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