Ὣς ἔφαθ', οἱ δ' ἄρα πάντες ἀκὴν ἐγένοντο σιωπῇ,
ὀψὲ δὲ δὴ μετέειπε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης:
μήτ' άρ τις νῦν κτήματ' Ἀλεξάνδροιο δεχέσθω.
μήθ' Ἑλένην: γνωτὸν δὲ καὶ ὁς μάλα νήπιός ἐστιν
ὡς ἤδη Τρώεσσιν ὀλέθρου πείραθ' ἑφῆπται:
So spake he, and they all became hushed in silence. But at length there spake among them Diomedes, good at the war-cry: "Let no man now accept the treasure from Alexander, nay, nor Helen; known is it, even to him who hath no wit at all, that now the cords of destruction are made fast upon the Trojans."
