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Charioteer of Thrace's hapless king,  do not suspect us. Enemies did this. But Hector himself is here, having learned your mischance; he sympathizes as he should with your hard fate. Hector
You who have caused this great calamity, how did the enemy's spies come  without your knowledge, to your shame, and spread destruction through the army, and you did not drive them away either as they entered or left the camp? Who but you shall pay the penalty for this? You, I say, were here to guard the army. But they are gone without a wound, with many a scoff  at Phrygian cowardice, and at me their leader. Now mark you this—by father Zeus I swear—either the scourge or the headsman's axe awaits you for such conduct; or else consider Hector to be nothing, a mere coward.
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