Ye walls of Troy, in war illustrious!
See there, upon the threshold of the gate,
The monster halts—again—and yet again!
And from its rumbling hold I hear the sound
Of clashing arms! O Troy! O fatherland!
But the people, not heeding her, press on and disappear within the city walls with the wooden horse, on the way to the citadel. Everywhere are heard sounds of delirious joy.
ACT II
Act II. Scene 1
Night. The chamber of Æneas. He lies sleeping calmly upon his couch. Enter Ghost of Hector, wan and terrible, bearing in his hands the sacred images of the Penates.
Æneas, starting up to a sitting posture, as if talking in a dream (281-286):