_Æn._ Then speak Æneas, with Achilles' tongue: And, Dido, and you Carthaginian peers, Hear me; but yet with Myrmidons' harsh ears, Daily inured to broils and massacres, Lest you be mov'd too much with my sad tale. The Grecian soldiers, tir'd with ten years' war, Began to cry, "Let us unto our ships, Troy is invincible, why stay we here?" With whose outcries Atrides being appalled 130 Summon'd the captains to his princely tent; Who, looking on the scars we Trojans gave, Seeing the number of their men decreas'd, And the remainder weak and out of heart, Gave up their voices to dislodge the camp, And so in troops all marched to Tenedos;[468] Where when they came, Ulysses on the sand Assayed with honey words to turn them back; And, as he spoke, to further his intent, The winds did drive huge billows to the shore, 140 And heaven was darkened with tempestuous clouds; Then he alleg'd the gods would have them stay, And prophesied Troy should be overcome: And therewithal he call'd false Sinon forth, A man compact of craft and perjury, Whose ticing tongue was made of Hermes' pipe, To force an hundred watchful eyes to sleep; And him, Epeus having made the horse, With sacrificing wreaths upon his head, Ulysses sent to our unhappy town; 150 Who, grovelling in the mire of Xanthus' banks, His hands bound at his back, and both his eyes Turned up to heaven, as one resolved to die, Our Phrygian shepherd[s] haled within the gates, And brought unto the court of Priamus; To whom he used action so pitiful, Looks so remorseful, vows so forcible, As therewithal the old man overcome, Kissed him, embraced him, and unloosed his bands; And then--O Dido, pardon me! 160 _Dido._ Nay, leave not here; resolve me of the rest.