Iliad 17: 183-187

From the Venetus A MS

ὡς εἰπὼν, Τρώεσσιν ἐκέκλετο. μακρὸν ἀύ̈σας:

Τρῶες καὶ Λύκιοι. καὶ Δάρδανοι ἀγχιμαχηταί:

ἀνέρες ἔστε φίλοι. μνήσασθε δὲ θούριδος ἀλκῆς.

ὄφρ' ὰν, ἐγὼν Ἀχιλῆος ἀμύμονος ἔντεα δύω

καλὰ. τὰ Πατρόκλοιο βίην ἐνάριξα κατακτάς:

So saying, he shouted aloud, and called to the Trojans: "Ye Trojans, and Lycians, and Dardanians that fight in close combat, be men, my friends, and bethink you of furious valour, until I put upon me the armour of peerless Achilles, the goodly armour that I stripped from the mighty Patroclus, when I slew him."

A. T. Murray (1924)