“Antilochus, now shall my anger cease, For hitherto thou hast not shown thyself Foolish or fickle, though the heat of youth Just now hath led thee wrong. In time to come, Beware to practise stealthy arts on men Of higher rank than thou. No other Greek Would easily have made his peace with me. But thou hast suffered much, and much hast done⁠— Thou, and thy worthy father, and his son, Thy brother⁠—for my sake. I therefore yield To thy petition; yet I give to thee The mare, though mine she be, that these who stand Around us may perceive that I am not Of unforgiving or unyielding mood.”

He spake, and to Noëmon gave the mare⁠— Noëmon, comrade of Antilochus⁠— To lead her thence, while for himself he took The shining cauldron. Then Meriones, Fourth in the race, received the prize of gold⁠— Two talents. But the fifth prize and the last, The double goblet, still was left unclaimed; And this Achilles carried through the crowd Of Greeks, and placed in Nestor’s hands, and said:⁠—