Parodos
[Choral]
On to the Prince’s quarters!—Ho!
VARIOUS VOICES.
Who is awake? What man-at-arms,
Or squire or groom?—Let Hector know
From sentinels who stand at mark
The four long watches of the dark,
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While others sleep.—Uplift thine head,
O Hector! On thine elbow rise,
Unhood the eagle of thine eyes,
Up from thy leaf-strewn bed!—
HECTOR
Who goes there? Who cries?
A friend? The watchword! . . . By what right
Do men come prowling in the night
Across my quarters? Come! Speak out.
LEADER.
A picket, Lord.
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HECTOR.
In such a rout?
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LEADER.
Be not afraid, Lord.
Is there an ambush? No? Then what,
