Stop! Give the watchword quick, before I have thy body on my pike. ODYSSEUS (_in a tone of authority_). Halt every man and have no fear! CAPTAIN. Come, gather round. Be quick to strike. ODYSSEUS (_to_ CAPTAIN). [vv. 686-689] 'Twas thou that killed King Rhesus! CAPTAIN. No: 'tis I that kill the man that killed . . . [_Flies at_ ODYSSEUS, _but other men hold him back_. ODYSSEUS. Hold back all! VOICES. No more holding back! ODYSSEUS (_as they attack him_). What, strike an ally in the field? CAPTAIN. Then give the watchword! ODYSSEUS. Phoebus. CAPTAIN. Right. Ho, every man hold back his spear!-- Then know'st thou where the men are gone? ODYSSEUS. We saw them running, somewhere here. [_He makes off into the darkness._ DIOMEDE _follows, and some Thracians_. CAPTAIN. [vv. 690-703] Off every one upon their track! A MAN. Or should we rouse the army? CAPTAIN. No; To stir the allies in the night and make more panic! Let us go. [_The Thracians go off in pursuit. Meantime the original Guards who form the Chorus have hastened back. The two Greeks are presently seen crossing at the back in a different direction._ CHORUS. Who was the man that passed? Who, that, so madly bold. Even as I held him fast, Laughed, and I loosed my hold? Where shall I find him now? What shall I deem of him, To steal thro' the guards a-row, Quaking not, eye nor limb, On thro' the starlight dim? Is he of Thessaly, Born by the Locrian sea, Or harvester of some starved island's corn? What man hath seen his face? What was his name or race, What the high God by whom his sires have sworn? DIVERS GUARDS (_talking_). [vv. 704-724] This night must be Odysseus' work, or whose?-- Odysseus? Aye, to judge by ancient use.-- Odysseus surely!--That is thy belief?-- What else? It seems he hath no fear Of such as we!--Whom praise ye there? Whose prowess? Say!--Odysseus.--Nay, Praise not the secret stabbing of a thief! CHORUS.