ὡς φάτο. καί ῥ' ἵ̈ππους κέλετο. Δεῖμόν τε Φόβον τε
ζευγνύμεν: αὐτὸς δ' έντε' ἐδύσατοἐδύσετο παμφανόωντα:
ἔνθά κ' τι μείζων τε καὶ ἀργαλεώτερος ἄλλος
πὰρ Διὸς ἀθανάτοισι χόλος καὶ μῆνις ἐτύχθη.
εἰ μὴ Ἀθήνη πᾶσι περιδείσασα θεοῖσιν
ῶρτο δι' ἐκ προθύρου: λίπε δὲ θρόνον ἔνθα θάασσε:
τοῦ δ' ἀπὸ μὲν κεφαλῆς κόρυθ' εἵλετο: καὶ σάκος ὤμων.
ἔγχος δ' ἔστησε στιβαρῆς ἀπο χειρὸς ἑλοῦσα
χάλκεον. ἡ δ' ἐπέεσσι καθάπτετο θοῦρον Ἄρηα:
μαινόμενε φρένας ἠλὲ, διέφθορας, ῆ νύ̆ τοι αύτως
ούατ' ἀκουέμεν ἐστὶ, νόος δ' ἀπόλωλε καὶ αἰδώς:
οὐκ ἀΐεις. ἅ, τε, φησὶ θεὰ λευκώλενος Ἥρη:
ἣ. δὴ, νῦν παρ Ζηνὸς Ὀλυμπίου εἰλήλουθεν:
ῆ ἐθέλεις, αὐτὸς μὲν ἀναπλήσας κακὰ πολλὰ
ὰψ, ΐμεν Οὔλυμπον δὲ καὶ ἀχνύμενός περ ἀνάγκῃ.
αὐτὰρ τοῖς ἄλλοισι κακὸν μέγα πᾶσι φυτεῦσαι:
αὐτίκα γὰρ. Τρῶας μὲν ὑπερθύμους καὶ Ἀχαιοὺς
λείψει: ὃ δ' ἡμέας εἶσι κυδοιμήσων ἐς Όλυμπον:
μάρψει δ' εξείης ὅς τ' αἴτιος ὅς τε καὶ οὐκί:
τῶ σ' αῦ νῦν κέλομαι μεθέμεν χόλον υἷος ἑῆος:
ἤδη γάρ τις τοῦ γε βίην καὶ χεῖρας ἀμείνων
ἢ πέφατ', ἢ καὶ ἔπειτα πεφήσεται. ἀργαλέον δὲ.
πάντων ἀνων [ἀνθρώπων] ῥῦσθαι γενεήν τε τόκον τε:
So spake he and bade Terror and Rout yoke his horses, and himself did on his gleaming armour. Then would yet greater and more grievous wrath and anger have been stirred between Zeus and the immortals, had not Athene, seized with fear for all the gods, sped forth through the doorway, and left the throne whereon she sat, and taken the helm from the head of Ares and the shield from his shoulders; and she took from his strong hand the spear of bronze, and set it down, and with words rebuked furious Ares: "Thou madman, distraught of wit, thou art beside thyself! Verily it is for naught that thou hast ears for hearing, and thine understanding and sense of right are gone from thee. Hearest thou not what the goddess, white-armed Hera, saith, she that is but now come from Olympian Zeus? Wouldest thou thyself fulfill the measure of manifold woes, and so return to Olympus despite thy grief, perforce, and for all the rest sow the seeds of grievous woe? For he will forthwith leave the Trojans, high of heart, and the Achaeans, and will hie him to Olympus to set us all in tumult, and will lay hands upon each in turn, the guilty alike and him in whom is no guilt. Wherefore now I bid thee put away thy wrath for thine own son. For ere now many a one more excellent than he in might and strength of hand hath been slain, or will yet be slain; and a hard thing it is to preserve the lineage and offspring of men."
