Watch thou, expecting aye the trumpet's call.
I will not tarry, but with Argos' host 145
This night will clash beside their launching-ways.
Aeneas.
Send with all speed: safe now is thine intent.
Me shalt thou find a strenuous help at need.
Hector.
Who of you Trojans present at our speech
Consents to go, a spy on Argos' fleet? 150
Who will be benefactor of this land?
Who answers?—not in everything can I
My native city and her allies serve.
Dolon.
I for my land consent to dare the risk,
And go a spy unto the Argive ships; 155
And, all their counsels learnt, will I return.
On one condition will I face the task.
Hector.
Well-named art thou,[1] O lover of thy land,
Dolon: thy sire's house, glorious heretofore,
Is now of thee made doubly glorious. 160
Dolon.
Then must I toil—but for my toil receive
Fit guerdon; for each deed that hath reward
Assigned it, is with double pleasure done.
- ↑ Dolon, "the crafty," from dolos, craft.
