Grieving and racked with pain, for deep the dart Had pierced his brawny shoulder, torturing him. There Paean with his pain-dispelling balms Healed him, for he was not of mortal race. O daring man and reckless, to make light Of such impieties and violate The sacred persons of the Olympian gods! It was the blue-eyed Pallas who stirred up Tydides to assail thee thus. The fool! He knew not that the man who dares to meet The gods in combat lives not long. No child Shall prattling call him father when he comes Returning from the dreadful tasks of war. Let then Tydides, valiant though he be, Beware lest a more potent foe than thou Encounter him, and lest the nobly-born Aegialeia, in some night to come⁠— Wise daughter of Adrastus, and the spouse Of the horse-tamer Diomed⁠—call up The servants of her household from their sleep, Bewailing him to whom in youth she gave Her maiden troth⁠—the bravest of the Greeks.”