I owe thee, and thy faithful offices?To crown this day and all its victories,Lo, I have guided here to Troy a strongHelper, the scion of the Muse of songAnd Strymon’s flood, the crownèd stream of Thrace.PARIS.(standing like one in a dream)Indeed thy love is steadfast, and thy graceBounteous to Troy and me. Thou art the joyAnd jewel of my days, which I to TroyHave brought, and made thee hers.—O Cyprian,I heard, not clearly,—’twas some talk that ran