Then answered Agamemnon, king of men:⁠— “O Nestor, son of Neleus, whom the Greeks All glory in! Thou certainly wilt know Atrides Agamemnon, whom the will Of Jove hath visited with hardships great Beyond what others bear, to last while breath Is in my lungs, and while my knees can move. I wander thus abroad because sweet sleep Comes not to close my eyelids, and the war And slaughter of the Greeks distress me sore. For them I greatly fear, my heart is faint, My mind confounded. In my breast the heart Pants, and my limbs all tremble. If thou wilt⁠— For, as I see, thou also dost not sleep⁠— Come with me to the guards, that we may know Whether, o’ercome by toil and weariness, They give themselves to slumber and forget Their watch. The foe is near us in his camp, And how know we that even now by night He plans not, to attack us in our tents?”