O comrades, O ye hearts most brave in vain,
If you have steadfast minds to follow one
On desperate deeds intent, you see our case:
The gods, who long have buttressed up our state,
Have fled their sacred altars and their shrines,
And left us to our fate. You seek to aid
A city wrapped in flames. Then let us die
And in the midst of death our safety find:
Our safety’s single hope—to hope for none.
The little band hurries off toward the noise of battle in neighboring streets. Enter from the other direction straggling bands of Greeks, drunk with victory. They burn and pillage on all sides, temples and homes alike. Re-enter Trojans led by Æneas. Androgeos, a Greek, thinking them to be Greeks, goes up to them.