ὡς φάτο, τὸν δ’ ἐνένιπε Μενοιτίου ἄλκιμος υἱός:
Μηριόνη, τί σὺ ταῦτα. καὶ ἐσθλὸς ἐὼν ἀγορεύεις:
ὦ πέπον. οὔ τοι Τρῶες ὀνειδείοις ἐπέεσσι.
νεκροῦ χωρήσουσι. πάρος τινὰ γαῖα καθέξει.
ἐν γὰρ χερσὶ τέλος πολέμου. ἐπέων δ’ ἐνὶ βουλῇ:
τῶ οὔ τι χρὴ μῦθον ὀφέλλειν, ἀλλὰ μάχεσθαι:
So spake he, but the valiant son of Menoetius rebuked him, saying: "Meriones, wherefore dost thou, that art a man of valour, speak on this wise? Good friend, it is not for words of reviling that the Trojans will give ground from the corpse; ere that shall the earth hold many a one. For in our hands is the issue of war; that of words is in the council. Wherefore it beseemeth not in any wise to multiply words, but to fight."
