τὸν δ' ἠμείβετ' ἔπειτα Ποσιδάων ἐνοσίχθων:
‘Ἰδομενεῦ, μὴ κεῖνος ἀνὴρ ἔτι νοστήσειεν
ἐκ Τροίης. ἂλλ' αὖθι κυνῶν μέλπηθρα γένοιτο:
ὅς τις ἐπ' ἤματι τῷδε ἑκὼν μεθίῃσι μάχεσθαι:
ἂλλ' ἄγε τεύχεα δεῦρο λαβὼν ἴ¨θι, ταῦτα δ' ἅμα χρὴ
σπεύδειν, αἴ κ' ὄφελός τι γενώμεθα καὶ δύ' ἐόντε,
συμφερτὴ δ' ἀρετὴ πέλει ἀνδρῶν καὶ μάλα λυγρῶν:
νῶϊ δὲ καί κ' ἀγαθοῖσιν ἐπιστάμεσθα μάχεσθαι:
And Poseidon, the Shaker of Earth, answered him: "Idomeneus, never may that man any more return home from Troy-land, but here may he become the sport of dogs, whoso in this day's course of his own will shrinketh from fight. Up then, take thine harness and get thee forth: herein beseems it that we play the man together, in hope there may be help in us, though we be but two. Prowess comes from fellowship even of right sorry folk, but we twain know well how to do battle even with men of valour."
