A seer expert in oracles revealed The will of Phoebus, and I was the first To counsel that the god should be appeased. But Agamemnon rose in sudden wrath, Uttering a threat, which he has since fulfilled. And now the dark-eyed Greeks are taking back His child to Chryses, and with her they bear Gifts to the monarch-god; while to my tent Heralds have come, and borne away the maid Briseis, given me by the sons of Greece. But succor thou thy son, if thou hast power; Ascend to heaven and bring thy prayer to Jove, If e’er by word or act thou gav’st him aid. For I remember, in my father’s halls I often heard thee, glorying, tell how thou, Alone of all the gods, didst interpose To save the cloud-compeller, Saturn’s son, From shameful overthrow, when all the rest Who dwell upon Olympus had conspired To bind him⁠—Juno, Neptune, and with them Pallas Athene. Thou didst come and loose His bonds, and call up to the Olympian heights The hundred-handed, whom the immortal gods Have named Briareus, but the sons of men