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OFFICER, ULYSSES.
OFFICER.
At great Achilles' tomb, Calchas, dread sir,
Awaits your royal will.
[Exit.
ULYSSES.
I follow thee.—
Aye, now I will inspire that holy seer
With counsel, that from his prophetic mouth
Shall seem heav'n's voice.—But first let me assail
This boy—ambassador. And therefore come I
To the queen's tent. Open he seems and free:
And from his shallow mind my art may draw
The dangerous schemes of his grave monitor,
And do the chiefs rich service.—He approaches,
But with him the old man. I will withdraw
Till a fit time, and muse on some device
To lure this youngling from his tutor's beck.
[Exit.
OFFICER.
At great Achilles' tomb, Calchas, dread sir,
Awaits your royal will.
[Exit.
ULYSSES.
I follow thee.—
Aye, now I will inspire that holy seer
With counsel, that from his prophetic mouth
Shall seem heav'n's voice.—But first let me assail
This boy—ambassador. And therefore come I
To the queen's tent. Open he seems and free:
And from his shallow mind my art may draw
The dangerous schemes of his grave monitor,
And do the chiefs rich service.—He approaches,
But with him the old man. I will withdraw
Till a fit time, and muse on some device
To lure this youngling from his tutor's beck.
[Exit.
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