Stasimon 1
[Choral 2]
And sunlight sickens o’er the crew.
CHORUS.
Ah, Phrygia still hath hearts of rock!
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The Phrygian spear flies fast and far!
Where shall ye find the fool to mock
Whom will he stab a-sleeping, whom,
The quick grey wolf, the crawling doom?
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Grant that he slay the Spartan! Nay,
Or Agamemnon’s head and plume
To Helen bear at dawn of day!
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A lightsome dawn to hear her wail
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Her brother sworn, her King who came
To Ilion with his thousand sail,
And swords, and flame! As the song ends DOLON reappears, in the disguise of a wolf. The Guards gather round him, bidding him godspeed as he crawls off in the dark towards the Greek camp. Meantime from the direction of Mount Ida has entered a SHEPHERD who goes to HECTOR’S door and calls. The Guards seeing him return to their places.
