τὸνδ' ἠμείβετ' ἔπειτα ποδάρκης δῖος Ἀχιλλεύς:
Ἀτρείδη κύδιστε φιλοκτεανώτατε πάντων:
πῶς τάρ τοι δώσουσι γέρας μεγάθυμοι Ἀχαιοί:
οὐδέ τί οϋ πω ἴ̈δμεν ξυνήϊα κείμενα πολλά:
ἀλλὰ τὰ μὲν πολίων ἐξεπράθομεν. τὰ δέδασται:
λαοὺς δ' οὐκ ἐπέοικε παλίλλογα ταῦτ' ἐπαγείρειν.
ἀλλὰ σὺ μὲν νῦν τῆνδε θεῷ πρόες: αὐτὰρ Ἀχαιοὶ
τριπλῇ τετραπλῇ τ' ἀποτίσομεν, αἴ κέ ποθι Ζεὺς
δῷσι πόλιν τροΐην εὐτείχεον ἐξαλαπάξαι:
In answer to him spoke swift-footed brilliant Achilles: "Most glorious son of Atreus, most covetous of all, how shall the great-hearted Achaeans give you a prize? We know nothing of a hoard of wealth in common store, but whatever we took by pillage from the cities has been apportioned, and it is not seemly to gather these things back from the army. But give back the girl to the god, and we Achaeans will recompense you three and fourfold, if ever Zeus grants us to sack the well-walled city of Troy."
