Have care. Fate often flings a backward cast.
Hector.
I hate the help that comes when need is past . . .
Howbeit, once come, I bid him welcome here
As guest—not war-friend; guest to share our cheer.
The thanks are lost, he might have won from us.
Leader.
My general, to reject an ally thus
Must needs make hatred.
Shepherd.
The mere sight of those
I saw would sure cast fear upon our foes.
Hector (yielding reluctantly, with a laugh).
Ah, well; thy words are prudent; and (To Shepherd) thine eyes
See glorious things. With all these panoplies
Of gold that filled our Shepherd's heart with joy,
Bid Rhesus welcome, as war-friend to Troy.