E'en so His fraud or Troy's dark fates were working for our woe.
VI.

"But Capys and the rest, of sounder mind, Urge us to tumble in the rolling tide The doubtful gift, for treachery designed, Or burn with fire, or pierce the hollow side, And probe the caverns where the Danaans hide.
Thus while they waver and, perplext with doubt, Urge diverse counsels, and in parts divide, Lo, from the citadel, foremost of a rout, Breathless Laocoon runs, and from afar cries out; VII.

"'Ah! wretched townsmen! do ye think the foe Gone, or that guileless are their gifts?
O blind With madness! _Thus_ Ulysses do ye know?
Or Grecians in these timbers lurk confined, Or 'tis some engine of assault, designed To breach the walls, and lay our houses bare, And storm the town.

Some mischief lies behind.
Trust not the horse, ye Teucrians.

Whatso'er This means, I fear the Greeks, for all the gifts they bear.' VIII.