As when she left his tent. All these I give At once; and if by favor of the gods We lay the mighty city of Priam waste, He shall load down his galley with large store Of gold and silver, entering first when we, The Greeks, divide the spoil. Then may he choose Twice ten young Trojan women, beautiful Beyond their sex save Helen. If we come Safe to Achaian Argos, richly stocked With milky kine, he may become to me A son-in-law, and cherished equally With my sole son Orestes, who is reared Most royally. Three daughters there, within My stately palace-walls⁠—Chrysothemis, Laodice, and Iphianassa⁠—dwell, And he may choose among them, and may lead Home to the house of Peleus her who best Deserves his love. Nor need he to endow The bride, for I will give an ampler dower Than ever father to his daughter gave⁠— Seven cities with thronged streets⁠—Cardamyle, Enope, grassy Hira, Pherae famed Afar, Antheia with rich pasture-fields, Aepeia beautiful, and Pedasus