etted, and others soundly slept.
Which _Sinon_ viewing, causde the Greekish spyes
To hast to _Tenedos_ and tell the Campe:
Then he vnlockt the Horse, and suddenly
From out his entrailes, _Neoptolemus_
Setting his speare vpon the ground, leapt forth,
And after him a thousand Grecians more,
In whose sterne faces shin'd the quenchles fire,
That after burnt the pride of _Asia_.
By this the Campe was come vnto the walles,
And through the breach did march into the streetes,
Where meeting with the rest, kill kill they cryed.
Frighted with this confused noyse, I rose,
And looking from a turret, might behold
Yong infants swimming in their parents bloud,
Headles carkasses piled vp in heapes,
Virgins halfe dead dragged by their golden haire,
And with maine force flung on a ring of pikes,
Old men with swords thrust through their aged sides,
Kneeling for mercie to a Greekish lad,
Who with steele Pol-axes dasht out their braines.
Then buckled I mine armour, drew my sword,
And thinking to goe downe, came _Hectors_ ghost
With ashie visage, blewish, sulphure eyes,
His armes torne from his shoulders, and his breast
Furrowd with wounds, and that which made me weepe,
Thongs at his heeles, by which _Achilles_ horse
Drew him in triumph through the Greekish Campe,
Burst from the earth, crying, _AEneas_ flye,
_Troy_ is a fire, the Grecians haue the towne,

_Dido._ O _Hector_ who weepes not to heare thy name?

_AEn._ Yet flung I forth, and desperate of my life,
Ran in the thickest throngs, and with this sword
Sent many of their sauadge ghosts to hell.
At last came _Pirrhus_ fell and full of ire.
His harnesse dropping bloud, and on his speare
The mangled head of _Priams_ yongest sonne,
And after him his band of Mirmidons,
With balles of wilde fire in their murdering pawes,
Which made the funerall flame that burnt faire _Troy_:
All which hemd me about, crying, this is he.

_Dido._ Ah, how could poore _AEneas_ scape their hands?

_AEn._ My mother _Venus_ iealous of my health,
Conuaid me from their crooked nets and bands:
So I escapt the furious _Pirrhus_ wrath:
Who then ran to the pallace of the King,
And at _Ioues_ Altar finding _Priamus_,
About whose withered necke hung _Hecuba_,
Foulding his hand in hers, and ioyntly both
Beating their breasts and falling on the ground,
He with his faulchions poynt raisde vp at once,
And with _Megeras_ eyes stared in their face,
Threatning a thousand deaths at euery glaunce.
To whom the aged