ῆ. καὶ ἀναΐξας ὄϊν ἄργυφον ὠκὺς Ἀχιλλεὺς
σφάξ'. ἕταροι δ' ἔδερόν τε καὶ ἄμφεπον εὖ κατα κόσμον:
μίστυλλόν τ' ὰρ ἐπισταμένως. πεῖράν τ' ὀβελοῖσιν:
ὄπτησάν τε περιφραδέως. ἐρύσαντό τε πάντα:
Αὐτομέδων δ' ἄρα σῖτον ἑλὼν ἐπένειμε τραπέζῃ
καλοῖς ἐν κανέοισιν: ἀτὰρ κρέα νεῖμεν Ἀχιλλεύς:
οἱ δ' ἐπ' ὀνείαθ' ἑτοῖμα προκείμενα χεῖρας ΐαλλον:
αὐτὰρ ἐπεὶ πόσιος καὶ ἐδητύος ἐξ ἔρον ἕντο.
ἤτοι Δαρδανίδης Πρίαμος θαύμαζ' Ἀχιλῆα
ὅσσος ἔην οἷός τε, θεοῖσι γὰρ ἄντα ἐῴκει:
αὐτὰρ ὃ Δαρδανίδην Πρίαμον θαύμαζεν Ἀχιλλεὺς.
εἰσορόων ὄψίν τ' ἀγαθὴν. καὶ μῦθον ἀκούων:
αὐτὰρ ἐπεὶ τάρπησαν ἐς ἀλλήλους ὁρόωντες.
τὸν πρότερος προσέειπε γέρων Πρίαμος θεοειδής:
λέξον νῦν με, τάχιστα διοτρεφὲς. ὄφρα καὶ ἤδη
ὕπνῳ ὕπο γλυκερῷ παυσώμεθα κοιμηθέντες:
οὐ γάρ πω μύσαν ὄσσ' ὑπο βλεφάροισιν ἐμοῖσιν.
ἐξ οὗ σῇς ὑπο χερσὶν ἐμὸς πάϊς ὤλεσε θυμόν:
ἂλλ' αἰεὶ στενάχω: καὶ κήδεα μυρία πέσσω.
αὐλῆς ἐν χόρτοισι κυλινδόμενος κατὰ κόπρον:
νῦν δὴ καὶ σίτου πασάμην: καὶ αἴθοπα οἶνον
λαυκανίης καθέηκα: πάρος γε μὲν οὔ τι πεπάσμην:
Therewith swift Achilles sprang up, and slew a white-fleeced sheep, and his comrades flayed it and made it ready well and duly, and sliced it cunningly and spitted the morsels, and roasted them carefully and drew all off the spits. And Automedon took bread and dealt it forth on the table in fair baskets, while Achilles dealt the meat. So they put forth their hands to the good cheer lying ready before them. But when they had put from them the desire of food and drink, then verily Priam, son of Dardanus, marvelled at Achilles, how tall he was and how comely; for he was like the gods to look upon. And a son of Dardanus, did Achilles marvel, beholding his goodly aspect and hearkening to his words. But when they had had their fill of gazing one upon the other, then the old man, godlike Priam, was first to speak, saying: "Show me now my bed with speed, O thou nurtured of Zeus, that lulled at length by sweet sleep we may rest and take our joy; for never yet have mine eyes closed beneath mine eyelids since at thy hands my son lost his life, but ever do I wail and brood over my countless sorrows, grovelling in the filth in the closed spaces of the court. But now have I tasted of meat, and have let flaming wine pass down my throat; whereas till now had I tasted naught."
