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Lord, in days to come may it be mine  to bring my masters such news as I am bearing to you now. Hector
Often the rustic mind is afflicted with dullness; so you have probably come to this ill-suited place to tell your master, in armor, about the sheep! Do you not know my palace or my father's throne,  where you should carry your tale when you have prospered with your flocks? Messenger
Dull we herdsmen are; I do not dispute it. But none the less I bring joyful news to you. Hector
Cease your tale of how the sheep-fold fares; I have battles to fight and spears to wield. Messenger
 The very things of which I, too, came to tell you; for a chieftain of a countless army is on his way to join you as your friend and ally of this land. Hector
His country? and the home that he has left? Messenger
Thrace; men call his father Strymon. Hector
 Did you say that Rhesus was setting foot in Troy? Messenger
You have it; and lighten me of half my speech. Hector
How is it that he comes to Ida's meadows, wandering from the broad wagon track across the plain?
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