Then thus Achilles matchless in the race.380 Laertes’ noble son, for wiles renown’d! I must with plainness speak my fixt resolve Unalterable; lest I hear from each The same long murmur’d melancholy tale. For I abhor the man, not more the gates385 Of hell itself, whose words belie his heart. So shall not mine. My judgment undisguised Is this; that neither Agamemnon me Nor all the Greeks shall move; for ceaseless toil Wins here no thanks; one recompense awaits390 The sedentary and the most alert, The brave and base in equal honor stand, And drones and heroes fall unwept alike. I after all my labors, who exposed My life continual in the field, have earn’d395 No very sumptuous prize. As the poor bird Gives to her unfledged brood a morsel gain’d After long search, though wanting it herself, So I have worn out many sleepless nights, And waded deep through many a bloody day400 In battle for their wives.[12] I have destroy’d Twelve cities with my fleet, and twelve, save one, On foot contending in the fields of Troy. From all these cities, precious spoils I took Abundant, and to Agamemnon’s hand405 Gave all the treasure. He within his ships Abode the while, and having all received, Little distributed, and much retained; He gave, however, to the Kings and Chiefs A portion, and they keep it. Me alone410 Of all the Grecian host he hath despoil’d; My bride, my soul’s delight is in his hands, And let him, couch’d with her, enjoy his fill Of dalliance. What sufficient cause, what need Have the Achaians to contend with Troy?415 Why hath Atrides gather’d such a host, And led them hither? Was’t not for the sake Of beauteous Helen? And of all mankind Can none be found who love their proper wives But the Atridæ? There is no good man420 Who loves not, guards not, and with care provides For his own wife, and, though in battle won, I loved the fair Briseïs at my heart. But having dispossess’d me of my prize So foully, let him not essay me now,425 For I am warn’d, and he shall not prevail. With thee and with thy peers let him advise, Ulysses! how the fleet may likeliest ’scape Yon hostile fires; full many an arduous task He hath accomplished without aid of mine;430 So hath he now this rampart and the trench Which he hath digg’d around it, and with stakes Planted contiguous—puny barriers all To hero-slaughtering Hector’s force opposed. While I the battle waged, present myself435 Among the Achaians, Hector never fought Far from his walls, but to the Scæan gate Advancing and the beech-tree, there remain’d. Once, on that spot he met me, and my arm Escaped with difficulty even there.440 But, since I feel myself not now inclined To fight with noble Hector, yielding first To Jove due worship, and to all the Gods, To-morrow will I launch, and give my ships Their lading. Look thou forth at early dawn,445 And, if such spectacle delight thee aught, Thou shalt behold me cleaving with my prows The waves of Hellespont, and all my crews Of lusty rowers active in their task.