§15.198ἐκπάγλοις ἐπέεσσιν ἐνισσέμεν οὓς τέκεν αὐτός, §15.199οἵ ἑθεν ὀτρύνοντος ἀκούσονται καὶ ἀνάγκῃ. §15.200τὸν δʼ ἠμείβετʼ ἔπειτα ποδήνεμος ὠκέα Ἶρις· §15.201οὕτω γὰρ δή τοι γαιήοχε κυανοχαῖτα
to chide with terrible words those whom he himself begot, who will listen to his urging even under necessity." Then swift wind-footed Iris answered him: "Shall I indeed, earth-holder, dark-haired god, carry this word, harsh and strong, to Zeus?
Or will you turn at all?
στρεπταὶ μέν τε φρένες ἐσθλῶν.
The minds of the noble are indeed flexible.
§15.204οἶσθʼ ὡς πρεσβυτέροισιν Ἐρινύες αἰὲν ἕπονται. §15.205τὴν δʼ αὖτε προσέειπε Ποσειδάων ἐνοσίχθων· §15.206Ἶρι θεὰ μάλα τοῦτο ἔπος κατὰ μοῖραν ἔειπες· §15.207ἐσθλὸν καὶ τὸ τέτυκται ὅτʼ ἄγγελος αἴσιμα εἰδῇ.
You know how the Erinyes ever follow the elder." And to her Poseidon, shaker of the earth, spoke again: "Iris, goddess, very rightly have you spoken this word; a good thing also is this, when a messenger knows what is fitting.
§15.208ἀλλὰ τόδʼ αἰνὸν ἄχος κραδίην καὶ θυμὸν ἱκάνει §15.209ὁππότʼ ἂν ἰσόμορον καὶ ὁμῇ πεπρωμένον αἴσῃ §15.210νεικείειν ἐθέλῃσι χολωτοῖσιν ἐπέεσσιν.
But this dread grief comes upon my heart and soul, whenever he is minded to chide with angry words one of equal share, and fated to a like destiny.
§15.211ἀλλʼ ἤτοι νῦν μέν κε νεμεσσηθεὶς ὑποείξω· §15.212ἄλλο δέ τοι ἐρέω, καὶ ἀπειλήσω τό γε θυμῷ· §15.213αἴ κεν ἄνευ ἐμέθεν καὶ Ἀθηναίης ἀγελείης §15.214Ἥρης Ἑρμείω τε καὶ Ἡφαίστοιο ἄνακτος §15.215Ἰλίου αἰπεινῆς πεφιδήσεται, οὐδʼ ἐθελήσει §15.216ἐκπέρσαι, δοῦναι δὲ μέγα κράτος Ἀργείοισιν, §15.217ἴστω τοῦθʼ ὅτι νῶϊν ἀνήκεστος χόλος ἔσται. §15.218ὣς εἰπὼν λίπε λαὸν Ἀχαιϊκὸν ἐννοσίγαιος, §15.219δῦνε δὲ πόντον ἰών, πόθεσαν δʼ ἥρωες Ἀχαιοί.
Yet for this time, though indignant, I will yield; but another thing will I tell you, and make this threat in my heart: if without me and Athena, driver of the spoil, and Hera and Hermes and lord Hephaestus, he shall spare steep Ilium, and shall not be willing to lay it waste and to give great victory to the Argives, let him know this, that there shall be incurable wrath between us." So saying, the shaker of the earth left the Achaean host, and went and plunged into the sea; and the Achaean heroes missed him.
§15.220καὶ τότʼ Ἀπόλλωνα προσέφη νεφεληγερέτα Ζεύς· §15.221ἔρχεο νῦν φίλε Φοῖβε μεθʼ Ἕκτορα χαλκοκορυστήν· §15.222ἤδη μὲν γάρ τοι γαιήοχος ἐννοσίγαιος §15.223οἴχεται εἰς ἅλα δῖαν ἀλευάμενος χόλον αἰπὺν §15.224ἡμέτερον· μάλα γάρ κε μάχης ἐπύθοντο καὶ ἄλλοι, §15.225οἵ περ ἐνέρτεροί εἰσι θεοὶ Κρόνον ἀμφὶς ἐόντες.
And then Zeus, the cloud-gatherer, spoke to Apollo: "Go now, dear Phoebus, to Hector of the bronze helmet; for already the earth-holder, shaker of the earth, has gone to the bright sea, avoiding our steep anger; otherwise others also would have heard of our battle, even those gods who are below, around Cronos.
§15.226ἀλλὰ τόδʼ ἠμὲν ἐμοὶ πολὺ κέρδιον ἠδέ οἱ αὐτῷ §15.227ἔπλετο, ὅττι πάροιθε νεμεσσηθεὶς ὑπόειξε §15.228χεῖρας ἐμάς, ἐπεὶ οὔ κεν ἀνιδρωτί γʼ ἐτελέσθη.
But this was far better both for me and for himself, that he beforehand yielded to my hands, though indignant, since otherwise this would not have been accomplished without sweat.
§15.229ἀλλὰ σύ γʼ ἐν χείρεσσι λάβʼ αἰγίδα θυσσανόεσσαν, §15.230τῇ μάλʼ ἐπισσείων φοβέειν ἥρωας Ἀχαιούς· §15.231σοὶ δʼ αὐτῷ μελέτω ἑκατηβόλε φαίδιμος Ἕκτωρ· §15.232τόφρα γὰρ οὖν οἱ ἔγειρε μένος μέγα, ὄφρʼ ἂν Ἀχαιοὶ §15.233φεύγοντες νῆάς τε καὶ Ἑλλήσποντον ἵκωνται.
But do you take in your hands the tasseled aegis, and shake it fiercely to terrify the Achaean heroes; and let famous Hector be your own care, far-shooter; and for that time arouse great might in him, until the Achaeans shall flee and reach their ships and the Hellespont.
§15.234κεῖθεν δʼ αὐτὸς ἐγὼ φράσομαι ἔργον τε ἔπος τε, §15.235ὥς κε καὶ αὖτις Ἀχαιοὶ ἀναπνεύσωσι πόνοιο. §15.236ὣς ἔφατʼ, οὐδʼ ἄρα πατρὸς ἀνηκούστησεν Ἀπόλλων, §15.237βῆ δὲ κατʼ Ἰδαίων ὀρέων ἴρηκι ἐοικὼς §15.238ὠκέϊ φασσοφόνῳ, ὅς τʼ ὤκιστος πετεηνῶν.
From there I myself will consider, in deed and in word, how the Achaeans also may catch their breath again from their toil." So he spoke, nor did Apollo disobey his father, but went down from the hills of Ida like a swift hawk, the slayer of doves, which is the swiftest of winged things.
§15.239εὗρʼ υἱὸν Πριάμοιο δαΐφρονος Ἕκτορα δῖον §15.240ἥμενον, οὐδʼ ἔτι κεῖτο, νέον δʼ ἐσαγείρετο θυμόν, §15.241ἀμφὶ ἓ γιγνώσκων ἑτάρους· ἀτὰρ ἆσθμα καὶ ἱδρὼς §15.242παύετʼ, ἐπεί μιν ἔγειρε Διὸς νόος αἰγιόχοιο.
He found the son of wise Priam, noble Hector, sitting, and no longer lying, but newly gathering his spirit, recognizing his companions about him; and his gasping and sweat were ceasing, since the mind of aegis-bearing Zeus had revived him.
§15.243ἀγχοῦ δʼ ἱστάμενος προσέφη ἑκάεργος Ἀπόλλων· §15.244Ἕκτορ υἱὲ Πριάμοιο, τί ἢ δὲ σὺ νόσφιν ἀπʼ ἄλλων §15.245ἧσʼ ὀλιγηπελέων;
And standing close, Apollo, the far-worker, spoke to him: "Hector, son of Priam, why do you sit apart from the others, fainting?
ἦ πού τί σε κῆδος ἱκάνει; §15.246τὸν δʼ ὀλιγοδρανέων προσέφη κορυθαίολος Ἕκτωρ· §15.247τίς δὲ σύ ἐσσι φέριστε θεῶν ὅς μʼ εἴρεαι ἄντην;
Does some grief come upon you?" Then, with failing breath, spoke Hector of the flashing helmet: "And who of the gods are you, best of them, who inquire of me face to face?
§15.248οὐκ ἀΐεις ὅ με νηυσὶν ἔπι πρυμνῇσιν Ἀχαιῶν §15.249οὓς ἑτάρους ὀλέκοντα βοὴν ἀγαθὸς βάλεν Αἴας §15.250χερμαδίῳ πρὸς στῆθος, ἔπαυσε δὲ θούριδος ἀλκῆς;
Do you not know how by the sterns of the ships of the Achaeans, as I was slaying his companions, Ajax, good at the war-cry, struck me on the breast with a stone, and stayed my impetuous valor?
§15.251καὶ δὴ ἔγωγʼ ἐφάμην νέκυας καὶ δῶμʼ Ἀΐδαο §15.252ἤματι τῷδʼ ἵξεσθαι, ἐπεὶ φίλον ἄϊον ἦτορ. §15.253τὸν δʼ αὖτε προσέειπεν ἄναξ ἑκάεργος Ἀπόλλων· §15.254θάρσει νῦν· τοῖόν τοι ἀοσσητῆρα Κρονίων §15.255ἐξ Ἴδης προέηκε παρεστάμεναι καὶ ἀμύνειν §15.256Φοῖβον Ἀπόλλωνα χρυσάορον, ὅς σε πάρος περ §15.257ῥύομʼ, ὁμῶς αὐτόν τε καὶ αἰπεινὸν πτολίεθρον.
And indeed I thought that I should look upon the dead and the house of Hades on this very day, since I was breathing out my dear life." And to him again spoke lord Apollo, the far-worker: "Take courage now; such a helper has the son of Cronos sent forth from Ida to stand by you and defend you, even Phoebus Apollo of the golden sword, who before this also was wont to protect you, both yourself and your steep city.
§15.258ἀλλʼ ἄγε νῦν ἱππεῦσιν ἐπότρυνον πολέεσσι §15.259νηυσὶν ἔπι γλαφυρῇσιν ἐλαυνέμεν ὠκέας ἵππους· §15.260αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ προπάροιθε κιὼν ἵπποισι κέλευθον §15.261πᾶσαν λειανέω, τρέψω δʼ ἥρωας Ἀχαιούς. §15.262ὣς εἰπὼν ἔμπνευσε μένος μέγα ποιμένι λαῶν.
But come now, command your many horsemen to drive their swift horses against the hollow ships; and I myself, going before, will smooth all the path for the horses, and will turn the Achaean heroes to flight." So saying, he breathed great might into the shepherd of the host.
§15.263ὡς δʼ ὅτε τις στατὸς ἵππος ἀκοστήσας ἐπὶ φάτνῃ §15.264δεσμὸν ἀπορρήξας θείῃ πεδίοιο κροαίνων §15.265εἰωθὼς λούεσθαι ἐϋρρεῖος ποταμοῖο §15.266κυδιόων· ὑψοῦ δὲ κάρη ἔχει, ἀμφὶ δὲ χαῖται
And as when some stalled horse, that has fed on barley at the manger, breaks his bond and runs stamping over the plain, accustomed to bathe in the fair-flowing river, exulting; and he holds his head high, and about