The man has vanished from the Achaic army,He and his ship too. I announce no falsehood.CHOROS.Whether forth-putting openly from Ilion,Or did storm — wide woe — snatch him from the army?HERALD.Like topping bowman, thou hast touched the target,And a long sorrow hast succinctly spoken.CHOROS.Whether, then, of him, as a live or dead manWas the report by other sailors bruited?HERALD.Nobody knows so as to tell out clearlyExcepting Helios who sustains earth’s nature.CHOROS.How say’st thou then, did storm the naval armyAttack and end, by the celestials’ anger? HERALD.It suits not to defile a day auspiciousWith ill-announcing speech: distinct each god’s due:And when a messenger with gloomy visageTo a city bears a fall’n host’s woes— God ward off! —