Alas, my child, why did I rear you, doomed the day I bore you? Ah, could you only beserene upon this beachhead through the siege,your life runs out so soon. ·Oh early death! Oh broken heart! No destinyso cruel! And I bore you to this evil!
All the troopsmay savor what their king has won for them,and he may know his madness, what he lostwhen he dishonored me, peerless among Akhaians."
"Child, why do you weep? What grief is this? Out with it, tell me, both of us should know."
Why tell you what you know? We sailed out raiding, and we took by storm that ancient town of Eetion called Thebe, plundered the place, brought slaves and girls away
"What now, 0 daughter of the god of heaven who bears the stormcloud, why are you here? To see the wolfishness of Agamemnon? Well, I give you my word: this time, and soon, he pays for his behavior with his blood."
"It was to check this killing rage I came from heaven, if you will listen. Hera sent me, being fond of both of you, concerned for both. Enough: break off this combat, stay your hand upon the sword hilt. Let him have a lashing with words, instead: tell him how things will be."