CHOR. Come on, strike, strike, destroy. Who marches yonder?
Look, look, ’tis him I mean! these are the robbers
Who in the dead of night alarmed our host.
Hither, my friends, haste hither; I have seized them.
What answer mak’st thou? tell me whence thou cam’st,
And who thou art.
ULY. No right hast thou to know;
Insult me, and this instant thou shalt die.
CHOR. Wilt thou not, ere this lance transpierce thy breast,
Repeat the watchword?
ULY. That thou soon shalt hear;
Be satisfied.
1st SEMICHOR. Come on, my friends, strike! strike!
2nd SEMICHOR. Hast thou slain Rhesus?
ULY. I have slain the man
Who would have murdered thee: forbear.
1st SEMICHOR. I will not.
2nd SEMICHOR. Forbear to slay a friend.
1st SEMICHOR. Pronounce the watchword.
ULY. Apollo.
2nd SEMICHOR. Thou art right; let not a spear
Be lifted up against him.
1st SEMICHOR. Know’st thou whither
Those men are gone?
2nd SEMICHOR. We saw not.
1st SEMICHOR. Follow close
Their steps, or we must call aloud for aid.
2nd SEMICHOR. Yet were it most unseemly to disturb
Our valiant comrades with our nightly fears.
[_Exeunt_ ULYSSES _and_ DIOMEDE.