ὡς φάτο, Πάτροκλος δὲ φίλῳ ἐπεπείθεθ' ἑταίρῳ:
ἐκ δ' ἄγαγε κλισίης Βρισηΐδα καλλιπάρηον:
δῶκε δ' ἄγειν: τὼ δ' αὖτις ΐτην παρὰ νῆας Ἀχαιῶν:
ἡδ`' ἀέκουσ' ἅμα τοῖσι γυνὴ κίεν: αὐτὰρ Ἀχιλλεὺς
δακρύσας, ἑτάρων ἄφαρ ἕζετο, νόσφι λιασθείς:
θὶν' ἐφ' ἁλὸς πολιῆς, ὁρόων ἐπι οἴνοπα πόντον:
πολλὰ δὲ μητρὶ φίλῃ ἠρήσατο χεῖρας ὀρεγνύς:
μῆτερ: ἐπεί μ' ἔτεκές γε μινυνθάδιόν περ ἐόντα.
τιμήν πέρ μοι ὄφελλεν Ὀλύμπιος ἐγγυαλίξαι
Ζεὺς ὑψιβρεμέτης. νῦν δ' οὐδέ με τυτθὸν ἔτισεν:
ῆ γάρ μ' Ἀτρείδης εὐρὺ κρείων Ἀγαμέμνων
ἠτίμησεν. ἑλὼν γὰρ ἔχει γέρας αὐτὸς ἀπούρας:
So he spoke, and Patroclus obeyed his dear comrade, and led forth from the hut the fair-cheeked Briseis, and gave her to them to lead away. So the two went back beside the ships of the Achaeans, and with them, all unwilling, went the woman. But Achilles burst into tears, and withdrew apart from his comrades, and sat down on the shore of the grey sea, looking forth over the wine-dark deep. Earnestly he prayed to his dear mother with hands outstretched: "Mother, since you bore me, though to so brief a span of life, honour surely ought the Olympian to have given into my hands, Zeus who thunders on high; but now he has honoured me not a bit. Truly the son of Atreus, wide-ruling Agamemnon has dishonoured me: for he has taken and keeps my prize through his own arrogant act. So he spoke, weeping, and his lady mother heard him, as she sat in the depths of the sea beside the old man, her father.
