DOLON.
He stands waiting a moment looking out into
the dark.
There lies the way.-But first I must go find
At home some body-shelter to my mind;
Then, forward to the ships of Argolis!
LEADER.
What other raiment wilt thou need than this?
DOLON.
A garb for work, for night; a thieving guise.
LEADER.
'Tis good to learn the wisdoms of the wise.
What will thy wrapping be?
DOLON.
A grey wolf's hide
Shall wrap my body close on either side;
My head shall be the mask of gleaming teeth,
My arms fit in the forepaws, like a sheath,
My thighs in the hinder parts. No Greek shall tell
'Tis not a wolf that walks, half visible,
On four feet by the trenches and around
The ship-screen. When it comes to empty ground
It stands on two.-That is the plan, my friend!
LEADER.
Now Maian Hermes guide thee to thy end
And home safe! Well he loves all counterfeit . . .
Good work is there; may good luck go with it!
DOLON (to himself, gazing out toward the Greek camp).
There, and then back! . . . And on this belt shall bleed
Odysseus' head-or why not Diomede?-
To prove my truth. Ere dawn can touch the land
I shall be here, and blood upon my hand.
Exit DOLON.
