Of sleep.—Let someone flyAnd get the horses’ armour on!—Who goes with me to Panthoös’ son?—Who’s for Sarpêdon and the Lycians?—NoneHath seen the priestP. 5, 1. 30, The priest.]—He would be needed to make the sacrifice before battle. 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 PanP. 5, 1. 36, The lash of trembling Pan.]—i.e., a panic.Hath caught you. Speak, if speak ye can.What tidings? Not a word is clearOf the whole tale ye tell.[The turmoil subsides, the LEADER comes forward.

LEADER.[Antistr.Great beacons in the Argive lineP. 5, 1. 41, Great beacons in the Argive line.]— In the Iliad it is the Trojan watch-fires that are specially mentioned, especially VIII. 553-end. There is no great disturbance in the Greek camp in the Doloneia; there is a gathering of the principal chiefs, a visit to the Guards, and the despatch of the two spies, but no general tumult such as there is in Book II. One cannot help wondering whether our playwright found in his version of the Doloneia a description of fires in the Greek camp, such as our Eighth Book has of those in the Trojan camp. The object might be merely protection against a night attack, or it might be a wish to fly, as Hector thinks. If so, presumably the Assembly changed its mind— much as it does in our Book II.—and determined to send spies.Have burned, my chief, through half the night.The shipyard timbersP. 5, 1. 43 ff., The shipyard timbers.]—The Greeks had their ships drawn up on the beach and protected by some sort of wooden shipyard; then came the camp; then, outside the whole, a trench and a wall. The fires were in the camp. seemed to shine.Then, clear against the light,Toward Agamemnon’s tent the wholeArmy in tumult seemed to roll,As stirred by some strange voice, shoal after shoal.A night of such discordWas never seen. And we, in dreadWhat such things boded, turned and spedHither; dost blame us, Lord?

HECTOR.(after a moment of thought)No! Welcome, friend, with all thy tale of fear!It shows they mean to fly: they mean to clearDecks in the dark and so delude my sight . . .I like that beacon-burning in the night.