Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.
Here lies he close at hand, not marshalled with the other troops, but outside the ranks Hector has given him quarters,
till night gives place to day. And near him his white horses are tethered to his Thracian chariot, easy to see in the darkness; they shine like the plumage of a river swan. Slay their master and bear them off
home, glorious spoils; for nowhere else in all the world is such a team to be found.
Diomedes, either you slay the Thracian folk, or leave that to me, while your care must be the horses.
I will do the killing, and you master the horses.
For you are well versed in clever tricks, and have a ready wit. And it is right to station a man where he may best serve.
Look! there I see Paris coming towards us; perhaps he has heard from the guard a vague rumor that foes are near.
Are others with him or does he come alone?
Alone; to Hector’s couch he seems to wend his way, to announce to him that spies are in the camp.
Ought he not head the list of slain?
You can not overreach destiny.
It is not decreed that he should fall by your hand. But hasten on your mission of fore-ordained slaughter, while I, feigning to be Cypris, his ally, and to aid him in his efforts, will answer the foe with unsound words.
I tell you this; but the fated victim does not know, nor has he heard, for all he is so near. Exeunt Odysseus and Diomedes.
To you I call, general and brother, Hector, are you asleep? Should you not awake? Some enemy draws near our army,
or thieves perhaps, or spies.
Courage! See, Cypris watches over you in gracious mood. Your warfare is my concern, for I do not forget the honor you once did me, and I thank you for your good service. And now, when the army of Troy is triumphant,
I have come bringing to you a powerful friend, the Thracian child of the Muse, the heavenly singer; his father’s name is Strymon.
Always to this city and to me you are a kind friend, and I am sure that decision I then made
conferred you upon this city, the highest treasure life affords. I came when I heard a vague report—for a rumor prevailed amlng the guards—that Achaean spies are here. One man, that did not see them, says so, while another, that saw them come, cannot describe them;