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The Trojans coop'd within their Walls so long,
Unbar their Gates, and issue in a Throng,
Like swarming Bees, and with Delight survey 35
The Camp deserted, where the Grecians lay:
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$The Quarters of the sev'ral Chiefs they show'd,
Here Phœnix, here Achilles made abode,
Here join'd the Battels, there the Navy rode.
Part on the Pile their wond'ring Eyes employ, 40
(The Pile by Pallas rais'd to ruin Troy.)
Thymætes first (tis doubtful whether hir'd,
Or so the Trojan Destiny requir'd)
Mov'd that the Ramparts might be broken down,
To lodge the Monster Fabrique in the Town. 45
But Capys, and the rest of sounder Mind,
The fatal Present to the Flames design'd;
Or to the wat'ry deep: At least to bore
The hollow sides, and hidden Frauds explore:
The giddy Vulgar, as their Fancies guide, 50
With Noise say nothing, and in parts divide.
Laocoon, follow'd by a num'rous Crowd,
Ran from the Fort; and cry'd, from far, aloud;
O wretched Country-men! what Fury reigns? 54
What more than Madness has possess'd your Brains?
Think you the Grecians from your Coasts are gone,
And are Ulysses Arts no better known?
This hollow Fabrick either must inclose,
Within its blind Recess, our secret Foes;