Chapter 64

Here Priam’s son, Deiphobus, he found, Whose face and limbs were one continued wound: Dishonest, with lopp’d arms, the youth appears, Spoil’d of his nose, and shorten’d of his ears. He scarcely knew him, striving to disown His blotted form, and blushing to be known; And therefore first began: “O Teucer’s race, Who durst thy faultless figure thus deface? What heart could wish, what hand inflict, this dire disgrace? ’Twas fam’d, that in our last and fatal night …