him, bewildered, defenceless, and looked round on the 10
Phrygian bands, ’ Alas!’ he cries, ‘where is there a
spot of earth or sea that will give me shelter now? or what
last resource is left for a wretch like me—one who has no
place among the Danaans to hide my head—while the
children of Dardanus no less are in arms against me, 15
crying for bloody vengeance?’ At that piteous cry our
mood was changed, and every outrage checked. We
encourage him to speak—to tell us what his parentage
is; what his business; what he has to rest on as a prisoner.