Aeneid 2.105-51

Then indeed we burn to know and seek the causes, unaware of such crimes and of Greek art. He describes in detail, in a state of fear, and with pretend heart says: “Often the Greeks wanted to plan flight with Troy left behind wearily leave the long war; would that they had done so! Often harsh winter cut them off from the sea and Auster frightened them going. Especially when now this woven horse stood with maple beams, the clouds sound in the whole sky. In suspense we sent Eurypylum to learn the oracles of Phoebus, and he reports these sad words from the shrines: (116) ‘You pleased the winds with blood and slaughtered maiden, as soon as you came to Ithican shores, Danaans; returns must be sought with blood and must be atoned or with an Argive life.’ When this (lit. which) voice came to the ears of the crowd, their spirits were silent and a cold terror ran down through their inmost bones for whom the fates prepare, whom Apollo demands. Here the Ithacan with a great tumult drags the prophet Calchas forward into the middle; he demands what these powers of the gods are. And for me now many were singing the cruel wickedness of the devisor and quietly saw the things coming. Twice five days that man is silent and covered he refuses to betray with his voice or to expose anyone to death. (128) Scarcely, finally, driven by the great shouts of the Ithacan, he broke into voice as agreed and marks me for the altar. Everyone burned and what each one feared for himself, they brought the reversal upon the ruin of one wretch. And now the unspeakable day was at hand; the sacrifices were prepared for me and the salted grains and the fillets around my temples. I snatched myself from death, I admit it, and I broke the bonds, and in a reedy lake through the night I concealed myself, dark in the sedge, until they gave sails, if by chance they would have given (them). Neither was there now any hope of seeing my ancient fatherland nor my sweet children and hoped for father, from whom perhaps those men will demand punishment for our escape, and they will expiate this crime by the death of the wretched. But I beg you through the gods and divine powers conscience of truth, through if there is any pure faith which remains still ever for mortals, pity such labors, pity a spirit bearing unworthy things.”

(145) We give life to these tears and pity of our own accord. Priam himself first orders the manacles and tight chains lifted from the man and speaks thus with friendly words: "Whoever you are, from here now forget your lost Greeks--you are ours--and relate these true words to the one asking: for whom did you build this mass of a huge horse? Who is the creator? Or what do they seek? What religion? Or what machine of war?"