Of subtlest woof.  There hoary Phoenix lay
In expectation of the sacred dawn. 825
Meantime Achilles in the interior tent,
With beauteous Diomeda by himself
From Lesbos brought, daughter of Phorbas, lay. 
Patroclus opposite reposed, with whom
Slept charming Iphis; her, when he had won 830
The lofty towers of Scyros, the divine
Achilles took, and on his friend bestow’d. 
But when those Chiefs at Agamemnon’s tent
Arrived, the Greeks on every side arose
With golden cups welcoming their return. 835
All question’d them, but Agamemnon first. 
Oh worthy of Achaia’s highest praise,
And her chief ornament, Ulysses, speak! 
Will he defend the fleet? or his big heart
Indulging wrathful, doth he still refuse? 840
To whom renown’d Ulysses thus replied. 
Atrides, Agamemnon, King of men! 
He his resentment quenches not, nor will,
But burns with wrath the more, thee and thy gifts
Rejecting both.  He bids thee with the Greeks 845
Consult by what expedient thou may’st save
The fleet and people, threatening that himself
Will at the peep of day launch all his barks,
And counselling, beside, the general host
To voyage homeward, for that end as yet 850
Of Ilium wall’d to heaven, ye shall not find,
Since Jove the Thunderer with uplifted arm
Protects her, and her courage hath revived. 
Thus speaks the Chief, and Ajax is prepared,
With the attendant heralds to report 855
As I have said.  But Phoenix in the tent
Sleeps of Achilles, who his stay desired,
That on the morrow, if he so incline,
The hoary warrior may attend him hence
Home to his country, but he leaves him free. 860
He ended.  They astonish’d at his tone
(For vehement he spake) sat silent all. 
Long silent sat the afflicted sons of Greece,
When thus the mighty Diomede began. 
Atrides, Agamemnon, King of men! 865
Thy supplications to the valiant son
Of Peleus, and the offer of thy gifts
Innumerous, had been better far withheld. 
He is at all times haughty, and thy suit
Hath but increased his haughtiness of heart 870
Past bounds:  but let him stay or let him go
As he shall choose.  He will resume the fight
When his own mind shall prompt him, and the Gods
Shall urge him forth.  Now follow my advice. 
Ye have refresh’d your hearts with food and wine 875
Which are the strength of man; take now repose. 
And when the rosy-finger’d morning fair
Shall shine again, set forth without delay
The battle, horse and foot, before the fleet,
And where the foremost fight, fight also thou. 880
He ended; all the Kings applauded warm
His counsel, and the dauntless tone admired
Of Diomede.  Then, due libation made,
Each sought his tent, and took the gift of sleep.