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DOLON. He stands waiting a moment looking out into the dark. There lies the way.-But first I must go find At home some body-shelter to my mind; Then, forward to the ships of Argolis! LEADER. What other raiment wilt thou need than this? DOLON. A garb for work, for night; a thieving guise. LEADER. 'Tis good to learn the wisdoms of the wise. What will thy wrapping be? DOLON. A grey wolf's hide Shall wrap my body close on either side; My head shall be the mask of gleaming teeth, My arms fit in the forepaws, like a sheath, My thighs in the hinder parts. No Greek shall tell 'Tis not a wolf that walks, half visible, On four feet by the trenches and around The ship-screen. When it comes to empty ground It stands on two.-That is the plan, my friend! LEADER. Now Maian Hermes guide thee to thy end And home safe! Well he loves all counterfeit . . . Good work
And men shall tell of thee, Ilion mine, Once more a-harping at day's decline, 'Mid laughing of lovers and lays and dances And challenge on challenge of circling wine? When the Greek is smitten that day shall be, And fled to Argolis over the sea: O mighty of hand, O leader of lances, Smite him, and heaven be good to thee!