once Achilles’ wrath is turned away. Yet willingly I join thee. Let us call The other chiefs—Ulysses, Diomed, Both mighty spearmen; Ajax, swift of foot; And the brave son of Phyleus. It were well To send and bid the mightier Ajax come, And King Idomeneus, for farthest off The ships of both are stationed. I shall chide Thy brother Menelaus—though he be Honored and dear, and though it please thee not— For sleeping, while he leaves such toils as these To thee alone. He should be here among The chiefs, exhorting them to valiant deeds; For now the hour of bitter need is come.”
Again spake Agamemnon, king of men:— “At other times, old chief, I would have begged That thou shouldst blame him: he is oft remiss, And late to act; but not because of sloth, Or want of spirit, but he looks to me And waits for my example. Yet tonight He rose before me, sought me, and is sent To call the chiefs whom thou hast named; and now Let us go on, and meet them where they wait, Among