“Son of Lycaon! Wilt thou hear my words, Brave as thou art? Then wilt thou aim a shaft At Menelaus; thus wilt thou have earned Great thanks and praise from all the men of Troy, And chiefly from Prince Paris, who will fill, Foremost of all, thy hands with lavish gifts, When he shall look on Menelaus slain⁠— The warlike son of Atreus⁠—by thy hand, And laid upon his lofty funeral pile. Aim now at Menelaus the renowned An arrow, while thou offerest a vow To Lycian Phoebus, mighty with the bow, That thou wilt bring to him a hecatomb Of firstling lambs, when thou again shalt come Within thine own Zeleia’s sacred walls.”