“Atrides, and all ye who lead the hosts Of Greece! Our task is, first to quench the pyre With dark red wine where’er the flames have spread, And next to gather, with discerning care, The bones of Menoetiades. And these May well be known; for in the middle space He lay, and round about him, and apart Upon the border, were the rest consumed⁠— The bodies of the captives and the steeds. Be his enclosed within a golden vase, And wrapped around with caul, a double fold, Till I too pass into the realm of Death. And be a tomb not over-spacious reared, But of becoming size, which afterward Ye whom we leave behind in our good ships, When we are gone, will build more broad and high.”