Dio. Hail, son of Thetis, champion of the Greeks!
Ach. Anon, anon. What dost thou here? Wert thou1141
Sat in an ambush or arrived by chance,
As thou didst say?
Dio.By heaven I cannot tell.
I serve Ulysses, and he serves the gods:
If thou’rt displeased with them, gibe not at me.
Ach. I see the plan—The pedlar here in front,
The lion behind. And so ye thought to seize me.
Ul. Have we not done it?