Then Agamemnon, king of men, replied:⁠— “O ancient man, most truly hast thou named My faults. I erred, and I deny it not. That man indeed is equal to a host Whom Jupiter doth love and honor thus, Humbling the Achaian people for his sake. And now, since, yielding to my wayward mood I erred, let me appease him, if I may, With gifts of priceless worth. Before you all I number them⁠—seven tripods which the fire Hath never touched, six talents of pure gold, And twenty shining cauldrons, and twelve steeds Of hardy frame, victorious in the race, Whose feet have won me prizes in the games. No beggar would he be, nor yet with store Of gold unfurnished, in whose coffers lay The prizes those swift steeds have brought to me. Seven faultless women, skilled in household arts, I give moreover⁠—Lesbians, whom I chose When he o’erran the populous Lesbian isle⁠— Damsels in beauty who excel their sex. These I bestow, and with them I will send Her whom I took away⁠—Briseis, pure⁠— I swear it with a mighty oath⁠—as pure