Prays them to come; they came and they are dead.A cleaner man was Paris, when he fledWith his host’s wife. He was no murderer.Profess not thou that any Greek was thereTo fall on us. What Greek could pass the screenOf Trojan posts in front of us, unseen?Thyself was stationed there, and all thy men.What man of yours was slain or wounded whenYour Greek spies came? Not one; ’tis we, behind,Are wounded, and some worse than wounded, blind