The swift of foot, Achilles, thus replied: “Most glorious son of Atreus, king of men, These things are for the time when there shall come A pause from battle, and this warlike heat Within my breast shall cool. They whom the spear Of Hector, son of Priam, has o’ercome Lie mangled on the earth, since Jupiter Awarded him the glory of the day:⁠— And ye propose a banquet. I would call The sons of Greece to rush into the war Unfed and fasting, and when this disgrace Shall be avenged, I would, at sunset, spread A liberal feast. Be sure that I, till then, Taste neither food nor drink, while my slain friend Lies gashed with weapons in my tent, amidst His sorrowing comrades. Little I regard The things of which thou speakest, for my thoughts Are all of bloodshed and of dying groans.”