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tion  for  thy  escape,   Wherefore,  by  (be  gods  above?, pity a  soul  that
                             suffers what it  does  not  deserve."
                               WTe granted him  ins  life  and  pitied  his  tears.  " Whoever  you  are,
                             from  this  tune  forward  forget  the  Greeks;  you  .shall  be  ours.  Since
                             this  is so,  explain to  what end  have they set  tip this hor.se: of enormous
                             hulk?"
                               By  means  of  the  deceptions  of  the  perjured  Si non, with one voice,
                             the people  c r y :  “ The  image  must  be  drawn  to  its  temple  and  the
                             goddess  entreated."   And  threatening it slides  into  the  heart  of  the
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                             city.
                               Meanwhile,  tlie  sphere  of  heaven  moves  round,  and  night  rushes
                             up  from  the  ocean, wrapping  in her  universal  shade both earth and sky,
                             and the craft of the myrmidons.  The  Xropns  are  stretched  in  silent
                             rest throughout  the tow it ;  sleep clasps  tlieir weary limbs.  And now,
                             the Argive  host was  advancing in  naval  array from Tencdos,  making
                             for  the well-known shores  amid the friendly silence  of the moon,  when
                             the  royal  ship  suddenly  shot  forth  the  signal-fiatne,  and  Sin on,
                             protected by the partial gloom  unbolts the bars  of pine, and sets  free the
                             Greeks imprisoned  in  the  body  of  the  horse.  They assault  the  city
                             buried in sleep and wine ;  the  guards arc  slain,  and,  throwing open  the
                             gates,  they admit all  their comrades.
                               The town  is  idled with tumultuous  woe ;  and,  although the mansion
                             of  my father,  Aiichises,  is  retired  from view by  its  secluded  situation
                             and  its  shadowing trees,  still  louder and  louder  grow the  sounds,  and
                             the terror of battle  comes  close  upon  us.  Startled from sleep, I mount
                            to the  highest point  of the  sloping roof, and take my stand, with keenly
                             listening  ears.   Then,  indeed,  the truth  is  evident,  and  the  stratagem
                             o f the  G reek s  reveal ed.  A  [ rea d y tl le  in a n s:on  of 1) ei p hoh us  has fal lea
                            into  ruins,  as  the  god  of  fire  prevails;  the  house  of  my  neighbor,
                             Ue a lego n, is  burning;  far  and wide the  Sigean  channel  gleams with
                             tlie blaze.  There arises  tlie  cry  of  men  and  the  clang  of  trumpets.
                             Distractedly  I  take my arms,  and  yearn  to  muster  a  troop  for  battle,
                             and  to  hasten  to  the  citadel;  frenzy and  rage  give me reckless  resolu­
                             tion,  and  1.  think  it were  glorious  to  fall fighting.
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