Whether it was treachery that made him speak, or whether the FatesofTroy were already moving towards that end
Do you imagine Greeks ever give gifts without some deviouspurpose? (Laocoon)
‘Donot trust the horse, Trojans’ (Laocoon)
If divine Fate, if the minds of the gods had not been set againstus, Laocoon would surely have forced us to tearopen the hiding places of the Greeks with our swords, Troy would still be standing
Listen now to this story of Greektreachery… learn the ways of a whole people
‘I am the sort of man who will confess the wholetruth to you’ (Sinon)
‘Forget the Greeks whom you have lost. You will be one of us’ (Priam)
These were the art of the liar Sinon, and we believed it all
They said that Laocoon had been justlypunished for his crime
The engineofFate mounted our walls, teeming with armed men
This was the last day of a doomed people and we spent it adorning the shrines of the gods
Sinon, preserved by the cruelty of the divine Fates, stealthily undid the pine bolts of the horse
Hector suddenly appeared before my eyes in sleep
He [Hector] had on his body all the wounds he had received
‘You must save yourself from these flames’ (Hector)
‘Look for a great city to establish for them’ (Hector)
The treacherous scheming of the Greeks
My heart was burning to gather comrades for battle and rush to citadel with them
It seemed a noble thing to die in arms
This is the hour they cannot escape. The Trojans are no more
‘All the gods on whom this empire once depended have left their shrines and their alters’ (Aeneas)
Who could weep tears to match that suffering?
Everywhere there was fear, and death in many forms
No man can put trust in gods who are opposed to him
We saw Mars, the irresistible God of War
Deep into the house the hollow chambers rang with the wailing of women
Pyrrhus pressed on with all the violence of his father Achilles
Everything not claimed by fire was now held by Greeks
Although he could achieve nothing, the old man buckled his armour
‘May they give you the reward you have deserved… for defiling a father’s face with the murder of his son’ (Priam)
‘Let him know about my wicked deeds’ (Pyrrhus)
A corpse without a name [Priam]
This Fury [Helen] sent to be the scourge both of Troy and of her native Greece
I longed in my anger to avenge my country even as it fell
‘It is the gods, the cruelty of the gods’ (Venus)
‘Juno, cruellest of all’ (Venus)
I seemed to see the whole of Ilium settling into the flames