King Agamemnon, when he saw the chief Offended, changed his tone, and, smiling, said:—
“Son of Laertes, nobly-born and wise Ulysses! It is not for me to chide Nor to exhort thee, for thy heart, I know, Counsels thee kindly toward me, and thy thought Agrees with mine. We will discuss all this Hereafter. If just now too harsh a word Was uttered, may the immortals make it vain!”
So saying, he departed, and went on To others. By his steeds and by his car, That shone with fastenings of brass, he found The son of Tydeus, large-souled Diomed, And Sthenelus, the son of Capaneus, Standing beside him. Looking at them both, King Agamemnon to Tydides spake In wingèd words, and thus reproved the chief:—
“O son of Tydeus, that undaunted knight! What is there to appall thee? Why look through The spaces that divide the warlike ranks? Not thus did Tydeus feel the touch of fear, But ever foremost of his warriors fought. So they declare who saw his deeds, for I Was never with him, nor have ever seen The hero. Yet they say that he excelled All others. Certain is it that he once Entered Mycenae as a friendly guest, With no array of soldiery, but came With godlike Polynices. ’Twas the