“Atrides, of a truth it would have been Better for both of us had we done this At first, though sorely angered, when we strove For a girl’s sake so fiercely. Would that she Had perished in my ships, by Dian’s shaft, The day on which I laid Lyrnessus waste! So many Greeks would then have not been forced, Slain by the enemy’s hand, to bite the dust Of the great earth, while I was brooding o’er My wrath. All that was for the good of Troy And Hector; but the Greeks, I think, will long Remember our contention. Let us leave These things among the things that were, and, though They make us grieve, let us subdue our minds To what the time requires. Here then my wrath Shall end; it is not meet that it should burn Forever. Hasten thou and rouse to war The long-haired Greeks, that I may yet again Go forth among the men of Troy, and learn If they design to encamp another night Before the fleet. There is among them all No man, I ween, who will not joyfully Sit down when he escapes my deadly spear.”