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Hector
Your tidings inspire now fear, [35] now confidence; nothing is plainly set forth. Can it be that you are smitten with wild fear by Pan, the son of Cronion? [Leaving your watch you rouse the army.] What does your noisy summons mean? What tidings can I say you bring? Your words are many, [40] but no plain statement have you made.
Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, translated by E. P. Coleridge. Volume I. London. George Bell and Sons. 1891.
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