d Hector where he lay.
Fear nothing. All is well in Troy's array.
Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.
Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deep
My trust is, that all thought of fear is lost
In comfort, and I turn me to my post.
Go. And remember that thy fortunes still
Are watched by me, and they who do my will
Prosper in all their ways. Aye, thou shalt prove
Ere long, if I can care for those I love.
Exit PARIS. She raises her voice.
Back, back, ye twain! Are ye in love with death?
Laertes' son, thy sword into the sheath!
Our golden Thracian gaspeth in his blood;
The steeds are ours; the foe hath understood
And crowds against you. Haste ye! haste to fly,-
Ere yet the lightning falleth, and ye die!
ATHENA vanishes; a noise of tumult is heard.
Enter a crowd of Thracians running in confusion, in
the midst of them ODYSSEUS and DIOMEDE.