She comes from Athens; and another, nay,
Her build is Rhodian: when as there we gazed,
Counting her ports, and wondering of her name,—
We heard men’s voices and beheld the king
Mounting the hill-side, with a stranger clad
In short Greek robes. Then ran we back to thee,
Ere we were seen, in haste; that we may hide,
And not be called within to attend the guests.
Deid. So did ye well, whoe’er it be, and best
If ’tis the prince of Melos, as I fear: