A bark with lusty rowers well supplied; 175
Then put on board Chryseis, and with her
The sacrifice required.  Go also one
High in authority, some counsellor,
Idomeneus, or Ajax, or thyself,
Thou most untractable of all mankind; 180
And seek by rites of sacrifice and prayer
To appease Apollo on our host’s behalf. 
Achilles eyed him with a frown, and spake. 
Ah! clothed with impudence as with a cloak,
And full of subtlety, who, thinkest thou—­ 185
What Grecian here will serve thee, or for thee
Wage covert war, or open?  Me thou know’st,
Troy never wronged; I came not to avenge
Harm done to me; no Trojan ever drove
My pastures, steeds or oxen took of mine, 190
Or plunder’d of their fruits the golden fields
Of Phthia[13] the deep-soil’d.  She lies remote,
And obstacles are numerous interposed,
Vale-darkening mountains, and the dashing sea. 
No, [14]Shameless Wolf!  For thy good pleasure’s sake 195
We came, and, [15]Face of flint! to avenge the wrongs
By Menelaus and thyself sustain’d,
On the offending Trojan—­service kind,
But lost on thee, regardless of it all. 
And now—­What now?  Thy threatening is to seize 200
Thyself, the just requital of my toils,
My prize hard-earn’d, by common suffrage mine. 
I never gain, what Trojan town soe’er
We ransack, half thy booty.  The swift march
And furious onset—­these I largely reap, 205
But, distribution made, thy lot exceeds
Mine far; while I, with any pittance pleased,
Bear to my ships the little that I win
After long battle, and account it much. 
But I am gone, I and my sable barks 210
(My wiser course) to Phthia, and I judge,
Scorn’d as I am, that thou shalt hardly glean
Without me, more than thou shalt soon consume.[16]
He ceased, and Agamemnon thus replied
Fly, and fly now; if in thy soul thou feel 215
Such ardor of desire to go—­begone! 
I woo thee not to stay; stay not an hour
On my behalf, for I have others here
Who will respect me more, and above all
All-judging Jove.  There is not in the host 220
King or commander whom I hate as thee,
For all thy pleasure is in strife and blood,
And at all times; yet valor is no ground
Whereon to boast, it is the gift of Heaven
Go, get ye back to Phthia, thou and thine! 225
There rule thy Myrmidons.[17] I need not thee,
Nor heed thy wrath a jot.  But this I say,
Sure as Apollo takes my lovely prize
Chryseis, and I shall return her home
In mine own bark, and with my proper crew, 230
So sure the fair Briseis shall be mine. 
I shall demand her even at thy tent. 
So shalt thou well be taught, how high in power