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SPY
Do not betray me to the Grecian host,
Nor make me speak what I would fain conceal.
I am but poor—they have befriended me.
NEOPTOLEMUS
In me thou seest an enemy contest
To the Atreidae. This is my best friend
Because he hates them too; if thou art mine,
Hide nothing then.
SPY
Consider first.
NEOPTOLEMUS
SPY
The blame will be on you.
I have.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Why, let it be:
But speak, I charge thee.
SPY
Since I must then, know,
In solemn league combined, the bold Ulysses
And gallant Diomede have sworn by force
Or by persuasion to bring back thy friend:
The Grecians heard Laertes' son declare
His purpose; far more resolute he seemed
Than Diomede, and surer of success.
NEOPTOLEMUS
But why th' Atreidae, after so long time,
Again should wish to see this wretched exile,
Whence this desire? Came it from th' angry gods
To punish thus their inhumanity?
SPY
I can inform you; for perhaps from Greece
Of late you have not heard. There was a prophet,
Son of old Priam, Helenus by name,
Him, in his midnight walks, the wily chief
Ulysses, curse of every tongue, espied;
Took him, and led him captive, to the Greeks