That I am Greek, and in your hostile minds
All Greeks are judged alike.
Come, glut your hate
Upon me. For Ulysses would rejoice
To know that I am dead, and Atreus’ sons
Would gladly purchase this with great reward.
Here the stranger pauses in seeming despair and resignation to his fate. The Trojans urge him to go on with his story. He resumes (108-144):
Full oft the Greeks, in utter weariness
Of that long siege, desired to abandon Troy,
And seek their homes again. Oh, that they had!