Seek first some sleep. There still remains a space Of darkness.--I will show the spot that best May suit you, somewhat sundered from the rest. Should need arise, the password of the night Is Phoebus: see your Thracians have it right. [_Turning to the Guards before he goes._ Advance beyond your stations, men, at some Distance, and stay on watch till Dolon come With word of the Argives' counsel. If his vow Prosper, he should be nearing us by now. [_Exeunt_ HECTOR _and_ RHESUS _and Attendants. The Guards, who have been below, come forward sleepily from the camp fire, and sit watching by_ HECTOR's _tent_. CHORUS. Say, whose is the watch? Who exchanges With us? The first planets to rise Are setting; the Pleiades seven [vv. 530-545] Move low on the margin of heaven, And the Eagle is risen and ranges The mid-vault of the skies. ANOTHER. No sleeping yet! Up from your couches And watch on, the sluggards ye are! The moon-maiden's lamp is yet burning. THIRD GUARD. Oh, the morning is near us, the morning! Even now his fore-runner approaches, Yon dim-shining star. DIVERS GUARDS (_talking_). Who drew the first night-watch? ANOTHER. 'Twas one Koroibos, called the Mygdon's Son. THE GUARD. And after? THE OTHER. The Mount Taurus men Had second watch: from them again The Mysians took it. We came then. A GUARD. 'Tis surely time. Who will go tell The fifth watch? 'Tis the Lycians' spell By now; 'twas thus the portions fell. ANOTHER. [vv. 546-561] Nay, hearken! Again she is crying Where death-laden Simoïs falls, Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her, Of grief grown to music and wonder: Most changeful and old and undying The nightingale calls. ANOTHER. And on Ida the shepherds are waking Their flocks for the upland. I hear The skirl of a pipe very distant. ANOTHER. And sleep, it falls slow and insistent. 'Tis perilous sweet when the breaking Of dawn is so near. DIVERS GUARDS (_talking_). Why have we still no word nor sign Of that scout in the Argive line? ANOTHER. I know not; he is long delayed. ANOTHER. God send he trip not on the blade Of some Greek in an ambuscade! ANOTHER. It may be. I am half afraid. LEADER. [vv. 562-572] Our time is past! Up, men, and tell The fifth watch. 'Tis the Lycians' spell Now, as the portions fairly fell.