"He scared to see the Dardan garb once more And Trojan arms, stood faltering with dismay, Then rushed, with prayer and weeping, to the shore.
'O, by the stars, and by the Gods, I pray, And life's pure breath, this light of genial day, Take me, O Teucrians; wheresoe'er ye go, Enough to bear me from this land away.
I once was of the Danaan crews, I know, And came to Trojan homes and Ilion as a foe.
LXXVII.

"'For that, if that be such a crime to you, O strew me forth upon the watery waste, And drown me in the deep.

If death be due, 'Twere sweet of death by human hands to taste.' He cried, and, grovelling, our knees embraced, And, clasping, clung to us.

We bid him stand And tell his birth and trouble; and in haste Himself the sire Anchises pledged his hand, And he at length took heart, and answered our demand.
LXXVIII.

"'My name is Achemenides.