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.

Send with all speed: safe now is thine intent.
Me shalt thou find a strenuous help at need.

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.

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.

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

Then must I toil—but for my toil receive
Fit guerdon; for each deed that hath reward
Assigned it, is with double pleasure done.