Fighting beside these warriors for their wives. Twelve cities have I with my fleet laid waste, And with my Myrmidons have I o’erthrown Eleven upon this fertile Trojan coast. Full many a precious spoil from these I bore, And to Atrides Agamemnon gave. He, loitering in his fleet, received them all; Few he distributed, and many kept. To chiefs and princes he indeed assigned Prizes, which now they hold. From me alone Of all the Greeks he takes my prize; he takes My bride, whom well I loved;⁠—and let him keep The damsel. But what need is there that Greeks Wage war against the Trojans? For what cause Did Agamemnon, gathering from our realms An army, lead it hither? Was it not Because of fair-haired Helen? Are the sons Of Atreus, then, the only men on earth Who love their wives? Nay, every good man loves And cherishes his spouse; and mine I loved Tenderly, though the captive of my spear: And now, since he hath taken my reward Away and treacherously dealt with me, Let him not try again, for I am warned,