Who with impartial eyes behold the truth,
If anywhere there still abides with men
Unsullied faith, I beg you, pity me
Who have endured so dire a weight of woe,
A soul that has been foully overborne.
The Trojans are moved to tears by this tale of woe; and Priam bids the chains be stricken from him. He then addresses the prisoner with friendly words.
Priam (148-151):
Whoe’er thou art, away with thoughts of Greeks.
Be man of ours. And, as I question thee,
Give true reply. What means this monster horse?