![]() ![]() For verily all they that aforetime were bravest, lie among the ships smitten by darts or wounded with spear-thrusts. ![]() ![]() ![]() Then with a heavy groan, didst thou make answer, O knight Patroclus:“O Achilles, son of Peleus, far the mightiest of the Achaeans, be not wroth so great a sorrow hath overmastered the Achaeans. Or art thou sorrowing for the Argives, how they are being slain beside the hollow ships by reason of their own presumptuous act? Speak out hide it not in thy mind that we both may know.” son of Aeacus, amid the Myrmidons, for which twain would we grieve right sore, were they dead. Hast thou haply somewhat to declare to the Myrmidons or to mine own self, or is it some tidings out of Phthia that thyself alone hast heard? Still lives Menoetius, men tell us, Actor's son,Īnd still lives Peleus. Thus then they were warring around the well-benched ship, but Patroclus drew nigh to Achilles, shepherd of the host, shedding hot tears, even as a fountain of dark water that down over the face of a beetling cliff poureth its dusky stream Īnd swift-footed goodly Achilles had pity when he saw him, and spake and addressed him with winged words: “Why, Patroclus, art thou bathed in tears, like a girl, a mere babe, that runneth by her mother's side and biddeth her take her up, and clutcheth at her gown, and hindereth her in her going,Īnd tearfully looketh up at her, till the mother take her up? Even like her, Patroclus, dost thou let fall round tears. ![]()
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