[682] What weird madness is this? My poor good Trojan ladies, [683] What, oh what were you after? No enemy, no Greek camp [684] But your own future goes up in smoke. Look, it is I, your [685] Ascanius! [686] he said, and threw down at their feet the clattering helmet [687] Which he had worn when leading his boys in the sham fight. [688] Aeneas hurried up now, and with him the mass of the Trojans. [689] But the scared women broke and fled in every direction [690] Over the shore, running for woods