The conqueror’s meed.  The second should a mare 335
Obtain, unbroken yet, six years her age,
Pregnant, and bearing in her womb a mule. 
A caldron of four measures, never smirch’d
By smoke or flame, but fresh as from the forge
The third awaited; to the fourth he gave 340
Two golden talents, and, unsullied yet
By use, a twin-ear’d phial[11] to the fifth. 
He stood erect, and to the Greeks he cried. 
Atrides, and ye chiefs of all the host! 
These prizes, in the circus placed, attend 345
The charioteers.  Held we the present games
In honor of some other Grecian dead,
I would myself bear hence the foremost prize;
For ye are all witnesses well-inform’d
Of the superior virtue of my steeds. 350
They are immortal; Neptune on my sire
Peleus conferr’d them, and my sire on me. 
But neither I this contest share myself,
Nor shall my steeds; for they would miss the force
And guidance of a charioteer so kind 355
As they have lost, who many a time hath cleansed
Their manes with water of the crystal brook,
And made them sleek, himself, with limpid oil. 
Him, therefore, mourning, motionless they stand
With hair dishevell’d, streaming to the ground. 360
But ye, whoever of the host profess
Superior skill, and glory in your steeds
And well-built chariots, for the strife prepare! 
So spake Pelides, and the charioteers,
For speed renown’d arose.  Long ere the rest 365
Eumelus, King of men, Admetus’ son
Arose, accomplish’d in equestrian arts. 
Next, Tydeus’ son, brave Diomede, arose;
He yoked the Trojan coursers by himself
In battle from AEneas won, what time 370
Apollo saved their master.  Third, upstood
The son of Atreus with the golden locks,
Who to his chariot Agamemnon’s mare
Swift AEthe and his own Podargus join’d. 
Her Echepolus from Anchises sprung 375
To Agamemnon gave; she was the price
At which he purchased leave to dwell at home
Excused attendance on the King at Troy;
For, by the gift of Jove, he had acquired
Great riches, and in wide-spread Sicyon dwelt. 380
Her wing’d with ardor, Menelaus yoked. 
Antilochus, arising fourth, his steeds
Bright-maned prepared, son of the valiant King
Of Pylus, Nestor Neleiades. 
Of Pylian breed were they, and thus his sire, 385
With kind intent approaching to his side,
Advised him, of himself not uninform’d.[12]
Antilochus!  Thou art, I know, beloved
By Jove and Neptune both, from whom, though young
Thou hast received knowledge of every art 390
Equestrian, and hast little need to learn. 
Thou know’st already how to trim the goal
With nicest skill, yet wondrous slow of foot