“Son of Laertes, nobly-born and wise Ulysses! It is not for me to chide Nor to exhort thee, for thy heart, I know, Counsels thee kindly toward me, and thy thought Agrees with mine. We will discuss all this Hereafter. If just now too harsh a word Was uttered, may the immortals make it vain!”

So saying, he departed, and went on To others. By his steeds and by his car, That shone with fastenings of brass, he found The son of Tydeus, large-souled Diomed, And Sthenelus, the son of Capaneus, Standing beside him. Looking at them both, King Agamemnon to Tydides spake In wingèd words, and thus reproved the chief:⁠—