“O son of Peleus! Why pursue me thus With thy swift feet⁠—a mortal man in chase Of an immortal? That I am a god Thou seest not yet, but turnest all thy rage On me, and, having put the host of Troy To rout, dost think of them no more. They find A refuge in their town, while far astray Thou wanderest hither. Thou hast not the power To slay me; I am not of mortal birth.”

The swift Achilles angrily replied: “O archer-god, thou most unjust of all The immortals! Thou hast wronged me, luring me Aside; since many a warrior I had forced To bite the dust before they reached the gates Of Ilium but for thee, who from my grasp Hast snatched the glory and hast rescued them. Thou didst not fear my vengeance; yet if power Were given me, I would punish thee for this.”