Chorus
The long night through, Hector, the Argive army has kindled fires, and bright with torches shines the anchored fleet. To Agamemnon's tent the whole army [45] move clamorously by night, eager for fresh orders; for never before has the sea-faring company been so alarmed. And so I was suspicious of what might happen [50] and came to tell you, so that you may have no cause to blame me hereafter.
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