In whom he trusted least, he drove between,
That such through mere necessity might act. 350
First to his charioteers he gave in charge
Their duty; bade them rein their horses hard,
Shunning confusion.  Let no warrior, vain
And overweening of his strength or skill,
Start from his rank to dare the fight alone, 355
Or fall behind it, weakening whom he leaves.
[13]And if, dismounted from his own, he climb
Another’s chariot, let him not affect
Perverse the reins, but let him stand, his spear
Advancing firm, far better so employ’d. 360
Such was the discipline, in ancient times,
Of our forefathers; by these rules they fought
Successful, and laid many a city low. 
So counsell’d them the venerable Chief
Long time expert in arms; him also saw 365
King Agamemnon with delight, and said,
Old Chief! ah how I wish, that thy firm heart
Were but supported by as firm a knee! 
But time unhinges all.  Oh that some youth
Had thine old age, and thou wast young again! 370
To whom the valiant Nestor thus replied. 
Atrides, I could also ardent wish
That I were now robust as when I struck
Brave Ereuthalion[14] breathless to the ground! 
But never all their gifts the Gods confer 375
On man at once; if then I had the force
Of youth, I suffer now the effects of age. 
Yet ancient as I am, I will be seen
Still mingling with the charioteers, still prompt
To give them counsel; for to counsel youth 380
Is the old warrior’s province.  Let the green
In years, my juniors, unimpaired by time,
Push with the lance, for they have strength to boast. 
So he, whom Agamemnon joyful heard,
And passing thence, the son of Peteos found 385
Menestheus, foremost in equestrian fame,
Among the brave Athenians; near to him
Ulysses held his station, and at hand
The Cephallenians stood, hardy and bold;
For rumor none of the approaching fight 390
Them yet had reach’d, so recent had the stir
Arisen in either host; they, therefore, watch’d
Till the example of some other band
Marching, should prompt them to begin the fight,
But Agamemnon, thus, the King of men 395
Them seeing, sudden and severe reproved. 
Menestheus, son of Peteos prince renown’d,
And thou, deviser of all evil wiles! 
Adept in artifice! why stand ye here
Appall’d? why wait ye on this distant spot 400
’Till others move?  I might expect from you
More readiness to meet the burning war,
Whom foremost I invite of all to share
The banquet, when the Princes feast with me. 
There ye are prompt; ye find it pleasant there 405
To eat your savory food, and quaff your wine
Delicious ’till satiety ensue;