Nor by whose work. But this I say; God send’Tis not foul wrong wrought on us by a friend.LEADER.Good charioteer of that ill-fortuned king,Suspect us not. ’Tis Greeks have done this thing.But yonder Hector comes. He hath been shownThe foul deed, and thy sorrows are his own.Enter HECTOR in wrath, with a band of Guards.HECTOR.Ye workers of amazement! Have your eyesNo sight? Ye watch and let these Argive spiesPass—and our friends are butchered in their sleep—P. 46, 11. 810-830. Hector and the Guard.]—There is intentional colour here—the impulsive half-barbaric rage of Hector, the oriental grovelling of the Guard, and of course the quick return to courteous self-mastery with which Hector receives the taunts of the wounded man.And then pass back unwounded, laughing deep