VARIOUS VOICES. (_The dash -- in these passages indicates a new speaker._) On to the Prince's quarters!--Ho! Who is awake? What man-at-arms, Or squire or groom?--Let Hector know New rumour of alarms From sentinels who stand at mark The four long watches of the dark, While others sleep.--Uplift thine head, O Hector! On thine elbow rise, Unhood the eagle of thine eyes, Up from thy leaf-strewn bed!-- Lord Hector! HECTOR (_coming out from the tent_). [vv. 11-28] Who goes there? Who cries? A friend? The watchword! . . . By what right Do men come prowling in the night Across my quarters? Come! Speak out. LEADER. A picket, Lord. HECTOR. In such a rout? LEADER. Be not afraid, Lord. HECTOR. I am not. Is there an ambush? No? Then what, In God's name, brings you from your post With no clear tale to speak, To spread this turmoil through a host That lies in harness--do ye all Know nothing?--out against the wall And gateways of the Greek? CHORUS (_various voices confusedly_). [_Strophe._ To arms! To arms, Lord Hector!--Send First where the allied armies lie, Bid them draw sword and make an end Of sleep.--Let someone fly And get the horses' armour on!-- Who goes with me to Panthoös' son?-- Who's for Sarpêdon and the Lycians?--None [vv. 29-54] Hath seen the priest go by?-- Ho, Captain of the Runners, ho!-- Ho, Trojans of the hornèd bow! String, string! For need is nigh. HECTOR. Ha, silence there! . . . First words of fear, Then comfort. All an empty swell! It seems the lash of trembling Pan Hath caught you. Speak, if speak ye can. What tidings? Not a word is clear Of the whole tale ye tell. [_The turmoil subsides, the_ LEADER _comes forward_. LEADER. [_Antistr._ Great beacons in the Argive line Have burned, my chief, through half the night. The shipyard timbers seemed to shine. Then, clear against the light, Toward Agamemnon's tent the whole Army in tumult seemed to roll, As stirred by some strange voice, shoal after shoal. A night of such discord Was never seen. And we, in dread What such things boded, turned and sped Hither; dost blame us, Lord? HECTOR (_after a moment of thought_).