Like one long hurt, who nurseth anger sore;Would that a curse, yea, wouldThe uttermost wrath of GodHad held those feet from walking Ilion’s shore!DIVERS GUARDS(talking).Odysseus or another, ’tis the guardWill weep for this. Aye, Hector will be hard.—What will he say?—He will suspect.—Suspect?What evil? What should make you fear?—’Twas we that left a passage clear.—A passage?—Yea, for these men’s way,