"So saying, his mighty spear, with all his force, Full at the flank against the ribs he drave, And pierced the bellying framework of the horse.
Quivering, it stood; the hollow chambers gave A groan, that echoed from the womb's dark cave, Then, but for folly or Fate's adverse power, His word had made us with our trusty glaive Lay bare the Argive ambush, and this hour Should Ilion stand, and thou, O Priam's lofty tower! IX.

"Lo, now to Priam, with exulting cries, The Dardan shepherds drag a youth unknown, With hands fast pinioned, and in captive guise.
Caught on the way, by cunning of his own, This end to compass, and betray the town.
Prepared for either venture, void of fear, The crafty purpose of his mind to crown, Or meet sure death.

Around, from far and near, The Trojans throng, and vie the captive youth to jeer.
X.

"Mark now the Danaans' cunning; from one wrong Learn all.

As, scared the Phrygian ranks to see, Confused, unarmed, amid the gazing throng, He stood, 'Alas! what spot on earth or sea Is left,' he cried, 'to shield a wretch like me, Whom Dardans seek in punishment to kill, And Greeks disown ?'--Touched by his tearful plea, We asked his race, what tidings, good or ill, He brings, for hope, perchance, may cheer a captive still.
XI.