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.