“First of the chiefs I speak, to disapprove, Atrides, thy rash purpose: ’tis my right In council; nor, O king, be thou displeased. Thou first among the Greeks hast taunted me With lack of valor, calling me unapt For war and weak of arm. The young and old Have heard the taunt. One of two gifts the son Of wily Saturn hath bestowed on thee: High rank and rule o’er all the rest he gave, But gave thee not the nobler quality Of fortitude. Dost thou then truly deem The Greeks unapt for war and weak of arm, As thou hast said? Thou longest to return: Go, then; the way is open; by the sea The barques that brought thee from Mycenae lie, A numerous fleet. Yet others will remain⁠— Long haired Achaians⁠—till we overthrow The city. Should they also pine for home, Then let them flee, with all their ships; while I With Sthenelus fight on until we make An end of Troy⁠—for with the gods we came.”