LEADER.
All hail, great King! A whelp indeed
Is born in
Thracia
’s lion fold,
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Whose leap shall make strong cities bleed.
Behold his body girt with gold,
And hark the pride of bells along
The frontlet of that targe’s hold.
CHORUS.
A God, O Troy, a God and more!
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’Tis Ares’ self, this issue strong
Of Strymon and the Muse of song,
Whose breath is fragrant on thy shore!
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Re-enter HECTOR.
RHESUS.
Lord Hector, Prince of
Ilion
, noble son
Of noble sires, all hail! Long years have run
Since last we greeted, and ’tis joy this day
To see thy fortunes firm and thine array
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Camped at the foe’s gate. Here am I to tame
That foe for thee, and wrap his ships in flame.
HECTOR.
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Thou child of Music and the Thracian flood,
Strymonian Rhesus, truth is alway good
In Hector’s eyes. I wear no double heart.
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Long, long ago thou shouldst have borne thy part
In
Ilion
’s labours, not have left us here,
For all thy help, to sink beneath the spear.
Why didst thou—not for lack of need made plain!—
Not come, not send, not think of us again?
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What grave ambassadors prayed not before
Thy throne, what herald knelt not at thy door?
What pride of gifts did Troy not send to thee?
And thou, a lord of Barbary even as we,
Thou, brother of our blood, like one at sup
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Who quaffs his fill and flings away the cup,
Hast flung to the Greeks my city! Yet, long since,
’Twas I that found thee but a little prince
And made thee mighty, I and this right hand;
When round Pangaion and the Paiôn’s land,
Front against front, I burst upon the brood
Of
Thrace
and broke their targes, and subdued
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Their power to thine. The grace whereof, not small,
Thou hast spurned, and when thy kinsmen, drowning, call,
Comest too late. Thou! Others there have been
These long years, not by nature of our kin . .
Some under yon rough barrows thou canst see
Lie buried; they were true to Troy and me;
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And others, yet here in the shielded line
Or mid the chariots, parching in the shine
Of noonday, starving in the winds that bite
Through
Ilion
’s winter, still endure and fight
On at my side. ’Twas not their way, to lie
On a soft couch and, while the cups go by,
Pledge my good health, like thee, in Thracian wine.
I speak as a free man. With thee and thine
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Hector is wroth, and tells thee to thy face.
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RHESUS.
Thy way is mine, friend. Straight I run my race
In word and deed, and bear no double tongue.
I tell thee, more than thine my heart was wrung,
Yea, angered past all durance, thus to stay
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Back from thy battles. ’Twas a folk that lay
Hard on my borders, Scythians of the north;
Just when my host for Troy had started forth,
They fell upon our homes. I had reached the coast
Of the Friendless Sea and purposed to have crossed
My Thracians there. We turned; and all that plain
Is trampled in a mire of Scythian slain
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Ploughed by our spears, and blood of
Thrace
withal
Not stinted. This it was that drowned thy call
For help and held me back from
Ilion
’s need.
I broke their power; the princes of their breed
I took to hostage, made their elders swear
To bring my house due tribute, year by year,
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Then, never lagging, crossed the
Pontus
mouth,
Marched by long stages through
Bithynia
south
And here am come . . . not drunken with the feast,
As thou wouldst have me be, not lulled to rest
In golden chambers. In this harness hard
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I have borne my nights of winter storm that starred
The Euxine into ice and scared the strong
Paionians. Long I have been, but not too long
To save thee yet. Friend, this is the tenth year
Thou labourest on unceasing, with no clear
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Vantage; day creeps by day, and Ares throws
The same red dice for thee and for thy foes.
Now, hear my vow. Before one day’s eclipse
I swear to break their wall, to burn their ships
And slay their princes. On the second day
I leave this soil and take my homeward way,
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Thy pains relieved. No Trojan of the land
Need move, nor turn the buckler in his hand.
Alone my late-comers will turn the tide
And smite your Greeks, for all their bitter pride.
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CHORUS.
The Trojan soldiers, who have been listening with delight, here break out in irrepressible applause.
2
All hail!
Sweet words and faithful heart!
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Only may Zeus avert
From those proud lips the Wrath that none may bear!
Never a galleon bore,
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Now, nor in days of yore,
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Prince like to thee, so valiant and so fair.
How shall Achilles, how
Shall Ajax bear him now,
Or face thy lance? May I but stand that day
Watching to see him reel
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Broken beneath thy steel,
And once in blood his many murders pay!
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RHESUS.
Yea, more atonement thou shalt take from me
For this slow help.—May Adrasteia see
My heart and pardon!—When we two have set
Troy free from these who compass her with hate,
Soon as the Gods have had their first-fruits, I
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With thee will sail—so help me Zeus on high!—
And sack all
Hellas
with the sword, till these
Doers of deeds shall know what suffering is.
HECTOR.
By heaven, could I once see this peril rolled
Past us, and live in
Ilion
as of old,
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Untrembling, I would thank my gods! To seek
Argos
and sack the cities of the Greek-
’Twere not such light work as thou fanciest.
RHESUS.
These Greeks that face thee, are they not their best?
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HECTOR.
We seek not better. These do all we need.
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RHESUS.
When these are beaten, then, we have done the deed.
HECTOR.
Lose not thy path watching a distant view.
RHESUS.
Thou seem’st content to suffer, not to do?
HECTOR.
I have a kingdom large by mine own right ..
What station will best please thee in this fight
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To ground the targe and stablish thine array?
Right, left, or midmost in the allies? Say.
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RHESUS.
’Twould please me best to fight these Greeks alone.
Yet, if ’twould irk thine honour not to have thrown
One firebrand on the ships with me, why, then
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Set us to face Achilles and his men.
HECTOR.
Achilles? Nay, his spear ye cannot meet.
RHESUS.
How so? Fame said he sailed here with the fleet.
HECTOR.
He sailed, and he is here. But some despite
’Gainst the great King now keeps him from the fight.
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RHESUS.
Who next to him hath honour in their host?
HECTOR.
Next, to my seeming, Ajax hath the most,
Or Diomede.—But Odysseus is a tough
And subtle fox, and brave; aye, brave enough.
No man of them hath harmed us more than he.
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He climbed here to Athena’s sanctuary
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One night, and stole her image clean away
To the
Argive
ships. Yes, and another day,
Guised as a wandering priest, in rags, he came
And walked straight through the Gates, made loud acclaim
Of curses on the Greek, spied out alone
All that he sought in
Ilion
, and was gone—
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Gone, and the watch and helpers of the Gate
Dead! And in every ambush they have set
By the old Altar, close to Troy, we know
He sits—a murderous reptile of a foe!
RHESUS.
No brave man seeks so dastardly to harm
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His battle-foes; he meets them arm to arm.
This Greek of thine, this sitter like a thief
In ambush, I will make of him my chief
Care. I will take him living, drive a straight
Stake through him, and so star him at the Gate
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To feed your wide-winged vultures. ’Tis the death
Most meet for a lewd thief, who pillageth
God’s sanctuary, or so we hold in
Thrace
.
HECTOR.
(making no answer)
Seek first some sleep. There still remains a space
Of darkness.—I will show the spot that best
May suit you, somewhat sundered from the rest.
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Should need arise, the password of the night
Is Phoebus: see your Thracians have it right.
Turning to the Guards before he goes.
Advance beyond your stations, men, at some
Distance, and stay on watch till Dolon come
With word of the Argives’ counsel. If his vow
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Prosper, he should be nearing us by now.
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Rhesus. Euripides. Gilbert Murray (Translator). London. 1913.
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