back, Laocoon,[124] all on fire, comes running down the steep
of the citadel, crying in the distance, ‘What strange
madness is this, my unhappy countrymen? Think you 20
that the enemy has sailed off, or that a Danaan could ever
make a present that had no treachery in it? Is this your
knowledge of Ulysses? Either the Achæans are shut up
and hiding in this piece of wood, or it is an engine framed
against our walls, to command the houses and come down 25
on the city from above, or there is some other secret trick.
Men of Troy, put no faith in the horse. Whatever it be,