He spake. The son of Atreus passed him by, Pleased with his words, and, moving onward, came Where⁠—with the Athenians, ever prompt to raise The war-cry, grouped around him⁠—stood the knight Menestheus, son of Peteus. Near to these Was wise Ulysses, with his sturdy band Of Cephalonians. None of these had heard The clamor of the battle, for the hosts Of Trojan knights and Greeks had just begun To move, and there they waited for the advance Of other squadrons marching on to charge The Trojans and begin the war anew. The king of men, Atrides, was displeased, And spake, and chid them thus with wingèd words:⁠—