Τὸν δ' Ἕκτωρ νείκεσσεν ἰδὼν αἰσχροῖς ἐπέεσσιν:
Δύσπαρι: εἶδος ἄριστε. γυναιμανὲς. ἠπεροπευτά:
αίθ' ὄφελες ἄγονός τ' ἔμεναι: ἄγαμός τ' ἀπολέσθαι:
καί κε τὸ βουλοίμην, καί κεν πολὺ κέρδιον ῆεν
ἢ οὕτω λώβην τ' έμεναι καὶ ὑπόψιον ἄλλων.
ῆ που καγχαλόωσι κάρη κομόωντες Ἀχαιοὶ
φάντες ἀριστῆα πρόμον ἔμμεναι, οὕνεκα καλὸν
εἶδος ἔπ': ἀλλ' οὐκ ἔστι βίη φρεσὶν οὐδέ τις ἀλκή.
ὴ τοιόσδε ἐὼν: ἐν ποντοπόροισι νέεσσι
πόντον ἐπιπλώσας, ἑτάρους ἐρίηρας ἀγείρας,
μῐχθεὶς ἀλλοδαποῖσι: γυναῖκ' εὐειδέ' ἀνῆγες
ἐξ ἀπίης γαίης νυὸν ἀνδρῶν αἰχμητάων.
πατρί τε σῷ μέγα πῆμα πόληΐ τε παντί τε δήμῳ:
δυσμεν έσιν μὲν χάρμα, κατηφείην δὲ σοὶ αὐτῷ:
οὐκ ἂν δὴ μείνειας ἀρηΐφιλον Μενέλαον.
γνοίης χ' οἵου φωτὸς ἔχεις θαλερὴν παράκοιτιν:
οὐκ ἄν τοι χραίσμῃ κίθαρις, τά τε δῶρ' Ἀφροδίτης:
ἥ τε κόμη τό τε εἶδος, ὅτ' ἐν κονίῃσι μιγείης.
ἀλλὰ μάλα Τρῶες δειδήμονες, ῆ τέ κεν ἤδη
λάϊνον ἕσσο χιτῶνα κακῶν ἕνεχ' ὅσσα ἔοργας:
But Hector saw him, and chid him with words of shame: "Evil Paris, most fair to look upon, thou that art mad after women, thou beguiler, would that thou hadst ne'er been born and hadst died unwed. Aye, of that were I fain, and it had been better far than that thou shouldest thus be a reproach, and that men should look upon thee in scorn. Verily, methinks, will the long-haired Achaeans laugh aloud, deeming that a prince is our champion because a comely form is his, while there is no strength in his heart nor any valour. Was it in such strength as this that thou didst sail over the main in thy seafaring ships, when thou hadst gathered thy trusty comrades, and, coming to an alien folk, didst bring back a comely woman from a distant land, even a daughter of warriors who wield the spear, but to thy father and city and all the people a grievous bane—to thy foes a joy, but to thine own self a hanging down of the head? Wilt thou indeed not abide Menelaus, dear to Ares? Thou wouldest learn what manner of warrior he is whose lovely wife thou hast. Then will thy lyre help thee not, neither the gifts of Aphrodite, thy locks and thy comeliness, when thou shalt lie low in the dust. Nay, verily, the Trojans are utter cowards: else wouldest thou ere this have donned a coat of stone by reason of all the evil thou hast wrought."
