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  And let thy own composure prove, the while,
  That thou art satisfied.  Last, let him spread
  A princely banquet for thee in his tent,
  That thou may’st want no part of just amends. 
  Thou too, Atrides, shalt hereafter prove 215
  More just to others; for himself, a King,
  Stoops not too low, soothing whom he hath wrong’d. 
    Him Agamemnon answer’d, King of men. 
  Thou hast arranged wisely the whole concern,
  O Laeertiades, and I have heard 220
  Thy speech, both words and method with delight. 
  Willing I am, yea more, I wish to swear
  As thou hast said, for by the Gods I can
  Most truly.  Let Achilles, though of pause
  Impatient, suffer yet a short delay 225
  With all assembled here, till from my tent
  The gifts arrive, and oaths of peace be sworn. 
  To thee I give it in peculiar charge
  That choosing forth the most illustrious youths
  Of all Achaia, thou produce the gifts 230
  from my own ship, all those which yesternight
  We promised, nor the women leave behind. 
  And let Talthybius throughout all the camp
  Of the Achaians, instant, seek a boar
  For sacrifice to Jove and to the Sun. 235
    Then thus Achilles matchless in the race. 
  Atrides! most illustrious!  King of men! 
  Expedience bids us to these cares attend
  Hereafter, when some pause, perchance, of fight
  Shall happen, and the martial rage which fires 240
  My bosom now, shall somewhat less be felt. 
  Our friends by Priameian Hector slain,
  Now strew the field mangled, for him hath Jove
  Exalted high, and given him great renown. 
  But haste, now take refreshment; though, in truth 245
  Might I direct, the host should by all means
  Unfed to battle, and at set of sun
  All sup together, this affront revenged. 
  But as for me, no drop shall pass my lips
  Or morsel, whose companion lies with feet 250
  Turn’d to the vestibule, pierced by the spear,
  And compass’d by my weeping train around. 
  No want of food feel I. My wishes call
  For carnage, blood, and agonies and groans. 
    But him, excelling in all wisdom, thus 255
  Ulysses answer’d.  Oh Achilles! son
  Of Peleus! bravest far of all our host! 
  Me, in no scanty measure, thou excell’st
  Wielding the spear, and thee in prudence, I
  Not less.  For I am elder, and have learn’d 260
  What thou hast yet to learn.  Bid then thine heart
  Endure with patience to be taught by me. 
  Men, satiate soon with battle, loathe the field
  On which the most abundant harvest falls,
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