Achilles the swift-footed, with stern look, Thus answered: “Ha, thou mailed in impudence And bent on lucre! Who of all the Greeks Can willingly obey thee, on the march, Or bravely battling with the enemy? I came not to this war because of wrong Done to me by the valiant sons of Troy. No feud had I with them; they never took My beeves or horses, nor, in Phthia’s realm, Deep-soiled and populous, spoiled my harvest fields. For many a shadowy mount between us lies, And waters of the wide-resounding sea. Man unabashed! We follow thee that thou Mayst glory in avenging upon Troy The grudge of Menelaus and thy own, Thou shameless one! And yet thou hast for this Nor thanks nor care. Thou threatenest now to take From me the prize for which I bore long toils In battle; and the Greeks decreed it mine. I never take an equal share with thee Of booty when the Grecian host has sacked Some populous Trojan town. My hands perform The harder labors of the field in all The tumult of the fight; but when the spoil