Than this, or give it now, so shall the Greeks 685
Applaud thee; but this mare yield I to none;
Stand forth the Grecian who desires to win
That recompense, and let him fight with me. 
He ended, and Achilles, godlike Chief,
Smiled on him, gratulating his success, 690
Whom much he loved; then, ardent, thus replied. 
Antilochus! if thou wouldst wish me give
Eumelus of my own, even so I will. 
I will present to him my corslet bright
Won from Asteropaeus, edged around 695
With glittering tin; a precious gift, and rare. 
So saying, he bade Automedon his friend
Produce it from the tent; he at his word
Departing, to Achilles brought the spoil,
Which at his hands Eumelus glad received. 700
Then, stung with grief, and with resentment fired
Immeasurable, Menelaus rose
To charge Antilochus.  His herald gave
The sceptre to his hand, and (silence bidden
To all) the godlike hero thus began. 705
Antilochus! oh heretofore discreet! 
What hast thou done?  Thou hast dishonor’d foul
My skill, and wrong’d my coursers, throwing thine,
Although inferior far, by fraud before them. 
Ye Chiefs and Senators of Argos’ host! 710
Impartial judge between us, lest, of these,
Some say hereafter, Menelaus bore
Antilochus by falsehood down, and led
The mare away, because, although his steeds
Were worse, his arm was mightier, and prevail’d. 715
Yet hold—­myself will judge, and will to all
Contentment give, for I will judge aright. 
Hither, Antilochus, illustrious youth! 
And, as the law prescribes, standing before
Thy steeds and chariot, holding too the scourge 720
With which thou drovest, lay hand on both thy steeds,
And swear by Neptune, circler of the earth,
That neither wilfully, nor yet by fraud
Thou didst impede my chariot in its course. 
Then prudent, thus Antilochus replied. 725
Oh royal Menelaus! patient bear
The fault of one thy junior far, in years
Alike unequal and in worth to thee. 
Thou know’st how rash is youth, and how propense
To pass the bounds by decency prescribed, 730
Quick, but not wise.  Lay, then, thy wrath aside;
The mare now given me I will myself
Deliver to thee, and if thou require
A larger recompense, will rather yield
A larger much than from thy favor fall 735
Deservedly for ever, mighty Prince! 
And sin so heinously against the Gods. 
So saying, the son of valiant Nestor led
The mare, himself, to Menelaus’ hand,
Who with heart-freshening joy the prize received. 740
As on the ears of growing corn the dews
Fall grateful, while the spiry grain erect
Bristles the fields, so, Menelaus, felt