He ceased: the noble son of Peleus smiled, And, pleased to see Antilochus succeed⁠— For he was a beloved friend⁠—he spake These wingèd words: “Since, then, Antilochus, Thou wilt that I bestow some recompense Upon Eumelus from my store, I give The brazen corselet which my arm in war Took from Asteropaeus, edged around With shining tin⁠—a gift of no mean price.”

He ceased, and sent his friend Automedon To bring it from the tent. He went and brought The corselet, and Eumelus joyfully Received it from Achilles. Then arose, Among them Menelaus, ill at ease, And angry with Antilochus. He took The sceptre from a herald’s hand, who hushed The crowd to silence, and the hero spake:⁠—