αὐτὰρ ὁ μερμήριξε μένων ὅ τι κύντατον έρδοι:
ἢ ὅ γε δίφρον ἑλὼν, ὅθι ποικίλα τεύχε' έκειτο:
ῥυμοῦ ἐξερύοι: ἦ ἐκφέροι ὑψόσ' ἀείρᾱς:
ἢ έτι τῶν πλεόνων Θρῃκῶν ἀπὸ θυμὸν ἕλοιτο:
ἕως ὃ ταῦθ' ὥρμαινε κατὰ φρένα, τόφρα δ' Ἀθήνη
ἐγγύθεν ἱ̈σταμένη προσέφη Διομήδεα δῖον:
νόστου δὴ μνῆσαι μεγαθύμου Τυδέος υἱὲ
νῆας επι γλαφυρὰς, μὴ καὶ πεφοβημένος ἔλθῃς
μή που τις καὶ Τρῶας ἐγείρῃσιν θεὸς ἄλλος:
But he tarried and pondered what most reckless deed he might do, whether to take the chariot, where lay the war-gear richly dight, and draw it out by the pole, or lift it on high and so bear it forth, or whether he should rather take the lives of yet more Thracians. The while he was pondering this in heart, even then Athene drew nigh and spake to goodly Diomedes: "Bethink thee now of returning, son of great-souled Tydeus, to the hollow ships, lest thou go thither in full flight, and haply some other god rouse up the Trojans."
