ὡς ἔφαθ', οἱ δ' ἄρα πάντες ἐπῄνεον ὡς ἐκέλευε.
καί νύ κέ οἱ πόρεν ἵππον, ἐπῄνησαν γὰρ Ἀχαιοί,
εἰ μὴ ἄρ' Ἀντίλοχος μεγαθύμου Νέστορος υἱὸς
Πηλεΐδην Ἀχιλῆα δίκῃ ἠμείψατ' ναστάς:
ὦ Ἀχιλεῦ μάλα τοι κεχολώσομαι αἴ κε τελέσσῃς
τοῦτο ἔπος: μέλλεις γὰρ φαιρήσεσθαι ἄεθλον
τὰ φρονέων ὅτι οἱ βλάβεν ἅρματα καὶ ταχέ' ἵππω
αὐτός τ' ἐσθλὸς ἐών: λλ' ὤφελεν θανάτοισιν
εὔχεσθαι: τό κεν οὔ τι πανύστατος ἦλθε διώκων.
εἰ δέ μιν οἰκτίρεις καί τοι φίλον ἔπλετο θυμῷ
ἔστί τοι ἒν κλισίῃ χρυσὸς πολύς, ἔστι δὲ χαλκὸς
καὶ πρόβατ', εἰσὶ δέ τοι δμῳαὶ καὶ μώνυχες ἵπποι:
τῶν οἱ ἔπειτ' νελὼν δόμεναι καὶ μεῖζον ἄεθλον
ἠὲ καὶ αὐτίκα νῦν, ἵνα ς' αἰνήσωσιν Ἀχαιοί.
τὴν δ' ἐγὼ οὐ δώσω: περὶ δ' αὐτῆς πειρηθήτω
νδρῶν ὅς κ' ἐθέλῃσιν ἐμοὶ χείρεσσι μάχεσθαι.
So spake he, and they all assented even as he bade. And now would he have given him the mare—for the Achaeans assented thereto—but that Antilochus, son of great-souled Nestor, uprose and answered Achilles, son of Peleus, to claim his due: "Achilles, sore wroth shall I be with thee if thou fulfill this word, for thou art minded to rob me of my prize, bethinking thee of this, how his chariot and his swift honses came to harm, and himself withal, good man though he be. Nay, he should have made prayer to the immortals, then had he nowise come in last of all in the race. But if so be thou pitiest him, and he be dear to thy heart, lo, in thy hut is great store of gold, and bronze is there and sheep, aye, and handmaids too, and single-hooved horses. Thereof do thou hereafter take and give him even a goodlier prize, or even now forthwith, that the Achaeans may applaud thee. But the mare will not yield; for her let any man that will, essay to do battle with me by might of hand."
