“Now hear me also⁠—me whose spirit feels The wrong most keenly. I propose that now The Greeks and Trojans separate reconciled, For greatly have ye suffered for the sake Of this my quarrel, and the original fault Of Paris. Whomsoever fate ordains To perish, let him die; but let the rest Be from this moment reconciled, and part. And bring an offering of two lambs⁠—one white, The other black⁠—to Earth and to the Sun, And we ourselves will offer one to Jove. And be the mighty Priam here, that he May sanction this our compact⁠—for his sons Are arrogant and faithless⁠—lest some hand Wickedly break the covenant of Jove. The younger men are of a fickle mood; But when an elder shares the act he looks Both to the past and future, and provides What is most fitting and the best for all.”