He spake, and to the couch went up; his wife Followed, and that fair couch received them both.

Meantime Atrides, like a beast of prey, Went fiercely ranging through the crowd in search Of godlike Alexander. None of all The Trojans, or of their renowned allies, Could point him out to Menelaus, loved Of Mars; and had they known his lurking-place They would not for his sake have kept him hid, For like black death they hated him. Then stood Among them Agamemnon, king of men, And spake: “Ye Trojans and Achaians, hear, And ye allies. The victory belongs To warlike Menelaus. Ye will then Restore the Argive Helen and her wealth, And pay the fitting fine, which shall remain A memory to men in future times.”

Thus spake the son of Atreus, and the rest Of the Achaian host approved his words.