Pen. I see ye are dazed—no wonder.—The thing is true
Ye say. The gods are come. I know it: I spake
With one myself unweeting: and he bade
Confront those robbers with the bow of death.
That hath provoked our fate. Ah, cursèd day
The Greeks set forth for Troy. Accurst was Helen,
Accurst was Menelaus, Agamemnon
Accurst, who o’er us drew a net of ill:
Whence since is no escape, no not for one.
Not Ilion burned, not Greece made bare of men,