Of gold and silver, entering first when we, The Greeks, divide the spoil. Then mayst thou choose Twice ten young Trojan women, beautiful Beyond their sex save Helen. If we come Safe to Achaian Argos, richly stocked With milky kine, thou mayst become to him A son-in-law, and cherished equally With his sole son Orestes, who is reared Right royally. Three daughters there, within The monarch’s stately halls⁠—Chrysothemis, Laodice, and Iphianassa⁠—dwell, And thou mayst choose among them, and mayst lead Home to the house of Peleus her who best Deserves thy love. Nor needest thou endow The bride, for he 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-grounds, Aepeia beautiful, and Pedasus With all its vineyards; all are near the sea, And stand the last before you reach the coast Of sandy Pylos. Rich in flocks and herds Their dwellers are, and they will honor thee