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,We woke and there was nought to see,But our own misery.LEADER.I cannot hear him right; it sounds as ifThe Thracians were surprised or in some grief.There enters a wounded man, walking with difficulty; he is the Thracian Charioteer who came with RHESUS.THRACIAN.The army lost and the king slain,Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain!This deep raw wound . . . Oh, let me dieBy thy side, Master, by thy side!In shame together let us lieWho came to save, and failed and died.