And replying, said godlike, swift-footed Achilles: ‘Atrides, our chief, as in rank, so in love of possessions, Say, in what way shall the noble Achæans find you a present? Little we yet have gained the general stock to replenish, Distributed were all the spoils we took from the cities, And to recall our gifts and reapportion befits not— Yield you the maiden to-day to the god, and we, the Achæans, Three or four times over will compensate it, if ever Zeus the capture accord of the well-walled Ilian city.’ And with words of reply the King Agamemnon addressed him: ‘Think not, great as you are, O god-resembling Achilles, Thus to dissimulate and evade me with a profession; Is it that you desire to enjoy your prize, and to let me Sit empty-handed here, and mine you bid me surrender— Doubtless, if the noble Achæans find me another Suitable to my wants and answerable in value; But, if they do not give, myself will make my election— Yours, or that, if I please, of Ajax or of Ulysses, I for my own will take, and leave the loser lamenting. At a suitable time this, after, will we determine; Now proceed we to haul a swift ship into the water, Choose the rowers to take her, and send the cattle aboard her For sacrifice, and bring the beautiful daughter of Chryses Also on board, and appoint some prudent chief to convey her— Ajax shall it be, or Idomeneus, or Ulysses? Or will Pelides, incomparable of heroes, Go, and with holy rite appease the wrath of Apollo?’ And with a frown swift-footed Achilles eyed him, and answered: ‘O me! clothed-upon with impudence, greedy-hearted, How shall any Achæan again be willing to serve you, Make any expedition, or fight in battle to help you? Certainly not upon any account of the Troïan horsemen Came I hither to fight; they never gave me occasion, Never carried away any cattle of mine, any horses, Nor in Phthia ever, the rich land, feeder of people, Devastated the fruit; since numerous, to divide them, Mountains shadowy lie, and a sea’s tumultuous water: To’ attend thee we came, on thy effrontery waiting, Reparation to take of the Trojans for Menelaus, And thy unblushing self. All which you little remember, And can threaten to-day of my reward to deprive me, Dearly with labour earned, and given me by the Achæans. Do I ever receive any gift your gifts to compare with, When the Achæans sack any wealthy town of the Trojans? Truly the larger part of the busy, hurrying warfare My hands have to discharge; but, in the day of division, Yours is the ample share, and I, content with a little, Thankfully turn to my ships, well wearied out with the fighting. Now to Phthia I go—far wiser for me to do so, Home with my hollow ships to travel, than for another Accumulate riches to be requited with insult.’ And replying, said the king of men, Agamemnon: ‘Go, if to go be your wish; I keep you not—do not ask you