and the wiles of the Danaans stood confessed. Already
Deiphobus’ palace has fallen with a mighty overthrow 25
before the mastering fire-god—already his neighbour
Ucalegon is in flames—the expanse of the Sigean sea
shines again with the blaze. Up rises at once the shouting
of men and the braying of trumpets. To arms I rush
in frenzy.—not that good cause is shown for arms—but 30
to muster a troop for fight, and run to the citadel with
my comrades is my first burning impulse—madness and
rage drive my mind headlong, and I think how glorious to