Belong to other, younger men, and I, Though eminent among the heroes once, Must do as sad old age admonishes. Go thou, and honor thy friend’s funeral With games. Thy gift I willingly accept, Rejoicing that thy thoughts revert to one Who loves thee, and that thou forgettest not To pay the honor due to me among The Greeks. The gods will give thee thy reward.”

He ceased. The son of Peleus, having heard This praise from Nestor, left him, and passed through The mighty concourse of the Greeks. He laid Before them prizes for the difficult strife Between the boxers. To the middle space He led a mule, and bound him, six years old And strong for toil, unbroken and most hard To break, while to the vanquished he assigned A goblet. Rising, he addressed the host:⁠—