The wise Antenor answer’d her: “’Tis true, renownéd dame; For, some times past, wise Ithacus to Troy a legate came, With Menelaus, for your cause; to whom I gave receipt As guests, and welcom’d to my house, with all the love I might. I learn’d the wisdom of their souls, and humours of their blood; For when the Trojan council met, and these together stood, By height of his broad shoulders had Atrides eminence, Yet, set, Ulysses did exceed, and bred more reverence. And when their counsels and their words they wove in one, the speech Of Atreus’ son was passing loud, small, fast, yet did not reach To much, being naturally born Laconical; nor would His humour lie for anything, or was, like th’ other, old; But when the prudent Ithacus did to his counsels rise, He stood a little still, and fix’d upon the earth his eyes, His sceptre moving neither way, but held it formally, Like one that vainly doth affect. Of wrathful quality, And frantic (rashly judging him) you would have said he was, But when, out of his ample breast he gave his great voice pass, And words that flew about our ears, like drifts of winter’s snow, None thenceforth might contend with him, tho’ nought admir’d for show.” The third man, aged Priam mark’d, was Ajax Telamon, Of whom he ask’d: “What lord is that, so large of limb and bone, So rais’d in height, that to his breast I see there reacheth none?” To him the Goddess of her sex, the large-veil’d Helen, said: “That Lord is Ajax Telamon, a bulwark in their aid. On th’ other side stands Idomen, in Crete of most command, And round about his royal sides his Cretan captains stand; Oft hath the warlike Spartan king giv’n hospitable due To him within our Lacene court, and all his retinue. And now the other Achive dukes I gen’rally discern; All which I know, and all their names could make thee quickly learn. Two princes of the people yet, I nowhere can behold, Castor, the skilful knight on horse and Pollux, uncontroll’d For all stand-fights, and force of hand; both at a burthen bred; My natural brothers; either here they have not followéd From lovely Sparta, or, arriv’d within the sea-born fleet, In fear of infamy for me, in broad field shame to meet.”