Along the beach the great Achilles went, Calling with mighty shouts the Grecian chiefs. Then even they who till that day remained Beside the fleet⁠—the pilots and the men Who held the helm, the stewards of the ships, And the purveyors⁠—all made haste to swell The assembly, for they knew that he who long Had borne no part in the disastrous war Had now come forth. Two ministers of Mars, The brave Tydides and the nobly born Ulysses, both supported by their spears, Came halting, for their wounds were painful yet; They came and sat among the foremost chiefs. And last came Agamemnon, king of men, Wounded, for he had felt in thick of fight The edge of the sharp spear which Coön bore, Antenor’s son. Now when the Greeks were all Assembled, swift Achilles rose and said:⁠—