"Allor Sinone, | which to our ruin was from us | and from the evil fate reserved for this, | I approached the horse, and his closed belly he quietly opened them, and took out | the occult ambush. I'll go out in the morning at first | the first bold and happy leaders, | all descended by a rope to the ground: | and fur Tisander and Stènelo and Ulysses, | Athamas and Thoas and Machaon | and Pyrrhus and Menelaus with the cunning | fabricator of this deception, Epeus. | Attack the city, which is already idle | and in sleep and wine she was buried; | the guards attacked; open the doors; | miserable the hosts conspired together: | and dier form to the assault."