Atrides rushed⁠—brave warriors both, and sons Of brave Antimachus, the chief who took Gold and rich gifts from Paris, and refused To let the Trojans render Helen back To fair-haired Menelaus. His two sons, Both in one car, and reining their fleet steeds, Atrides intercepted; they let fall The embroidered reins, dismayed, as, lion-like, Forward he came; and, cowering, thus they prayed:⁠—

“Take us alive, Atrides, and accept A worthy ransom, for Antimachus Keeps in his halls large treasures⁠—brass and gold. And well-wrought steel; and he will send, from these, Large ransom, hearing we are at the fleet Alive.” So prayed they with bland words, and met Harsh answer: “Since ye call Antimachus Your father, who in Trojan council once Proposed that Menelaus, whom we sent A legate with Ulysses the divine, Should not return to Greece, but suffer death, Your blood must answer for your father’s guilt.”