“Thy words, Antenor, please me not. Thy skill Could offer better counsels. If those words Were gravely meant, the gods have made thee mad. But let me here, amid these knights of Troy, Speak openly my mind. Give up my wife I never will; but all the wealth I brought With her from Argos I most willingly Restore, with added treasures of my own.”

He said, and took his seat, and in the midst Dardanian Priam rose, a counsellor Of godlike wisdom, and thus sagely spake:⁠—