Cuncta equidem tibi, rex, fuerit quodcumque, fatebor vera, inquit: neque me Argolica de gente negabo: hoc primum; nec si miserum Fortuna Sinonem    finxit, vanum etiam mendacemque improba finget.
Surely, king, he says, whatever befalls, I will tell all to you, nor will I deny that I am of Argive birth. This first I own; nor, if Fortune has moulded Sinon for misery, will she also in her spite mould him as false and lying.