Thus having said, the great Achilles bade Place a huge tripod on the fire in haste, To cleanse Patroclus from the clotted blood. They brought and set upon the glowing hearth A tripod for the bath, and in it poured Water, and piled the wood beneath. The flame Crept up the vessel’s rounded sides and warmed The water. When within the murmuring brass It boiled, they washed the dead, and with rich oil Anointed him, and filled the open wounds With ointment nine years old; and laying him Upon a couch, they spread from head to foot Fine linen over him, and covered all With a white mantle. Through the hours of night The Myrmidons, lamenting their dead chief, Wept round the swift Achilles. Then did Jove Thus to his wife and sister Juno speak:⁠—

“Large-eyed, imperial Juno, thou hast now Accomplished thy desire, for thou hast roused The swift Achilles. There is not a doubt The long-haired Argives owe their birth to thee.”