GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4:17-35 urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg019.perseus-eng4:17-35

Is there an ambush? No? Then what,In God’s name, brings you from your postWith no clear tale to speak,To spread this turmoil through a hostThat lies in harness—do ye allKnow nothing?—out against the wallAnd gateways of the Greek?

CHORUS.(various voices confusedly)[Strophe.To arms! To arms, Lord Hector!—SendFirst where the allied armies lie,Bid them draw sword and make an endOf sleep.—Let someone flyAnd get the horses’ armour on!—Who goes with me to Panthoös’ son?—Who’s for Sarpêdon and the Lycians?—NoneHath seen the priestP. 5, 1. 30, The priest.]—He would be needed to make the sacrifice before battle. go by?—Ho, Captain of the Runners, ho!—Ho, Trojans of the hornèd bow!String, string! For need is nigh.

HECTOR.Ha, silence there! . . .First words of fear,