BOOK II
Every tongue was hushed, and every eye fixed intently,
when, from high couch, father Æneas began thus:—
“Too cruel to be told, great queen, is the sorrow you
bid me revive—how the power of Troy and its empire
met with piteous overthrow from the Danaans—the 5
heartrending sights which my own eyes saw, and the scenes
where I had a large part to play. Who, in such recital—be
he of the Myrmidons[122] or the Dolopes, or a soldier of