Halloo, halloo!To Agamemnon’s wife I show, by shouting,That, from bed starting up at once, i’ the householdJoyous acclaim, good-omened to this torch-blaze,She send aloft, if haply Ilion’s cityBe taken, as the beacon boasts announcing.Ay, and, for me, myself will dance a prelude,For, that my masters’ dice drop right, I’ll reckon: