And lo! he is here, hath run by into port,
And beached his ship upon the royal stade,
Before we knew it. Curst luck! Have ye seen him?
Eur. Nay, for he landed by the northern shore,
And sent his ship about: a god hath warned him.
Ant. God or no god, plant we before he comes
An ambush in the hills, and slay him there:
For once he reach the town alive, be sure
He is the huntsman then and we the game.
Ay, he hath wit eno’ ere he come hither