Then all the other Greeks, applauding, bade Revere the priest and take the liberal gifts He offered, but the counsel did not please Atrides Agamemnon; he dismissed The priest with scorn, and added threatening words:⁠—

“Old man, let me not find thee loitering here, Beside the roomy ships, or coming back Hereafter, lest the fillet thou dost bear And sceptre of thy god protect thee not. This maiden I release not till old age Shall overtake her in my Argive home, Far from her native country, where her hand Shall throw the shuttle and shall dress my couch. Go, chafe me not, if thou wouldst safely go.”

He spake; the aged man in fear obeyed The mandate, and in silence walked apart, Along the many-sounding ocean-side, And fervently he prayed the monarch-god, Apollo, golden-haired Latona’s son:⁠—