Trust not the horse, my friends; whate’er it is,
I fear the Greeks, though armed with gifts alone.
He hurls his spear, which sticks fast in the wooden horse and stands quivering there.
Scene 2
Enter Trojan shepherds, dragging in a man bound with thongs. They approach the king. The bystanders jibe at and mock the captive. The unknown stands as if bewildered and distraught, and at last cries (69-72):
Where now, alas, can I a refuge find
On land or sea? What chance of life remains
For one who can no longer claim a place
Among the Greeks? and now his bloody death
The vengeful sons of Dardanus demand.