Ὡς ἔφαθ'. οἱ δ' ἄρα πάντες ἀκὴν ἐγένοντο σιωπῇ
μῦθον ἀγασσάμενοι: μάλα γὰρ κρατερῶς ἀγόρευσε:
δὴν δ' ἄνεῳ ἦσαν τετιηότες υἷες Ἀχαιῶν:
ὀψὲ δὲ δὴ μετέειπε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης:
Ἀτρείδη. κύδιστε. ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν Ἀγάμεμνον.
μὴ ὄφελες λίσσεσθαι ἀμύμονα Πηλείωνα
μυρία δῶρα διδοὺς. ὁ δ' ἀγήνωρ ἐστὶ καὶ ἄλλως:
νῦν αὖ μιν πολὺ μᾶλλον ἀγηνορίῃσιν ἐνῆκας:
ἀλλ' ἤτοι κεῖνον μὲν ἐάσομεν ἤ κεν, ί̈ῃσιν.
ἦ κε μένῃ. τότε δ' αὖτε μαχήσεται. ὁππότε κέν μιν
θυμὸς ἐνι στήθεσσιν ἀνώγῃ. καὶ θεὸς ὄρσῃ:
ἂλλ' ἄγεθ', ὡς ἂν ἐγὼ εἴπω. πειθώμεθα πάντες:
νῦν μὲν κοιμήσασθε, τεταρπόμενοι φίλον ῆτορ
σίτου καὶ οἴνοιο. τὸ γὰρ μένος ἐστὶ καὶ ἀλκή:
αὐτὰρ ἐπεί κε φανῇ καλὴ ῥοδοδάκτυλος Ἠὼς:
καρπαλίμως προ νεῶν ἐχέμεν λαόν τε καὶ ἵ̈ππους
ὀτρύνων: καὶ δ' αὐτὸς ἐνι πρώτοισι μάχεσθαι:
So spake he, and they all became hushed in silence marvelling at his words; for full masterfully did he address their gathering. Long time were they silent in their grief, the sons of the Achaeans, but at length there spake among them Diomedes, good at the war-cry: "Most glorious son of Atreus, Agamemnon, king of men, would thou hadst never besought the peerless son of Peleus, nor offered countless gifs; haughty is he even of himself, and now hast thou yet far more set him amid haughtinesses. But verily we will let him be; he may depart or he may tarry; hereafter will he fight when the heart in his breast shall bid him, and a god arouse him. But come, even as I shall bid, let us all obey. For this present go ye to your rest, when ye have satisfied your hearts with meat and wine, for therein is courage and strength; but so soon as fair, rosy-fingered Dawn appeareth, forthwith do thou array before the ships thy folk and thy chariots, and urge them on; and fight thou thyself amid the foremost."
