ὡς εἰποῦς' ὤτρυνε μένος καὶ θυμὸν ἑκάστου:
Τυδείδῃ δ' ἐπόρουσε θεὰ γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη:
εὗρε δὲ τόν γε, ἄνακτα παρ' ἵπποισιν καὶ ὄχεσφιν
ἕλκος ἀναψύχοντα τό μιν βάλε Πάνδαρος ἰῷ:
ἱ̈δρὼς γάρ μιν ἔτειρεν ὑπὸ πλατέος τελαμῶνος
ἀσπίδος εὐκύλου: τῷ τείρετοτρίβετοκάμνε δὲ χεῖρα:
ἂν δ' ἴ̈σχων τελαμῶνα. κελαινεφὲς αἷμ' ἀπομόργνυ.
ἱππείου δὲ θεὰ ζυγοῦ ἥψατο. φώνησέν τε:
ῆ ὀλίγον οἷ, παῖδα ἐοικότα γείνατο Τυδεύς:
Τυδεύς τοι. μικρὸς μὲν ἔην δέμας. ἀλλὰ μαχητής:
καί ῥ' ὅτε πέρ μιν ἐγὼ πολεμίζειν οὐκ εἴασκον.
οὐδ' ἐκπαιφάσσειν, ὅτε τ', ἤλυθε. νόσφιν Ἀχαιῶν
ἄγγελος ἐς Θήβας, πολέας μετὰ Καδμείωνας:
δαίνυσθαί μιν ἄνωγον ἐνι μεγάροισιν ἕκηλον:
αὐτὰρ ὃ θυμὸν ἔχων, ὃν, καρτερὸν ὡς τὸ πάρος περ.
κούρους Καδμείων προκαλίζετο: πάντα δ`' ἐνίκα:
ῥηϊδίως: τοίη οἱ ἐγὼν ἐπιτάρροθος ἦα.
σοὶ δ' ἤτοι μὲν ἐγὼ παρά θ' ἵσταμαι ἠδὲ φυλάσσω:
καί σε προφρονέως κέλομαι Τρώεσσι μάχεσθαι:
ἀλλά σευ; ἠ κάματος πολυα'ϊξ γυῖα δέδῡκεν.
ἤ νύ˘ σέ που δέος ἴσχει ἀκήριον: οὐ σύ γ' ἔπειτα
Τυδέος ἔκγονός ἐσσι δαΐφρονος Οἰνείδαο:
So saying she roused the strength and spirit of every man. And to the side of Tydeus' son sprang the goddess, flashing-eyed Athene. She found that prince beside his horses and car, cooling the wound that Pandarus had dealt him with his arrow. For the sweat vexed him beneath the broad baldric of his round shield; therewith was he vexed and his arm grew weary, so he was lifting up the baldric and wiping away the dark blood. Then the goddess laid hold of the yoke of his horses, and said: "Verily little like himself was the son that Tydeus begat. Tydeus was small in stature, but a warrior. Even when I would not suffer him to fight or make a show of prowess, what time he came, and no Achaean with him, on an embassage to Thebes into the midst of the many Cadmeians—I bade him feast in their halls in peace—yet he having his valiant soul as of old challenged the youths of the Cadmeians and vanquished them in everything full easily; so present a helper was I to him. But as for thee, I verily stand by thy side and guard thee, and of a ready heart I bid thee fight with the Trojans, yet either hath weariness born of thy many onsets entered into thy limbs, or haply spiritless terror possesseth thee. Then art thou no offspring of Tydeus, the wise-hearted son of Oeneus."
