the shades. They fly on all hands: some to the ships,
making at full speed for safety on the shore; others, in
the debasement of terror, climb once more the horse’s
huge sides, and hide themselves in the womb they knew
so well. 15
“Alas! it is not for man to throw himself on the gods
against their will!
“Lo! there was a princess of Priam’s house being
dragged by her dishevelled hair from the temple, from
the very shrine of Minerva, Cassandra, straining her flashing 20