Yea, woe to me and woe to thee,My master! Once to set thine eyeOn Ilion the accurst, and die!LEADER(calling aloud).Ho there! What ally passes? The dim nightBlurreth mine eyes; I cannot see thee right.VOICE.Ho, some one of the Trojan name!Where sleeps your king beneath his shield,Hector? What marshal of the fieldWill hear our tale . . . the men who cameAnd struck us and were gone; and we,