ὡς ἔφατ': ἔδδεισεν δὲ περὶ ξανθῷ Μενελά̄ῳ:
τοῖς δ' αὖτις μετέειπε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης:
εἰ μὲν δὴ ἕταρόν γε κελεύετέ μ' αὐτὸν ἑλέσθαι.
πῶς ἂν ἔπειτ' Ὀδυσῆος ἐγὼ θείοιο λαθοίμην.
οὗ περὶ μὲν πρόφρων κραδίη: καὶ θυμὸς ἀγήνωρ
ἐν πάντεσσι πόνοισι: φιλεῖ δέ ἑ Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη:
τούτου γ' εσπομένοιο, καὶ ἐκ πυρὸς αἰθομένοιο
So said he, since he feared for the sake of fair-haired Menelaus. But among them spake again Diomedes, good at the war-cry: "If of a truth ye bid me of myself choose me a comrade, how should I then forget godlike Odysseus, whose heart and proud spirit are beyond all others eager in all manner of toils; and Pallas Athene loveth him. If he but follow with me, even out of blazing fire might we both return, for wise above all is he in understanding."
