should be the first to work harm against the treaty." So she spoke, and the father of men and gods did not disobey.
§4.69αὐτίκʼ Ἀθηναίην ἔπεα πτερόεντα προσηύδα· §4.70αἶψα μάλʼ ἐς στρατὸν ἐλθὲ μετὰ Τρῶας καὶ Ἀχαιούς, §4.71πειρᾶν δʼ ὥς κε Τρῶες ὑπερκύδαντας Ἀχαιοὺς §4.72ἄρξωσι πρότεροι ὑπὲρ ὅρκια δηλήσασθαι. §4.73ὣς εἰπὼν ὄτρυνε πάρος μεμαυῖαν Ἀθήνην, §4.74βῆ δὲ κατʼ Οὐλύμποιο καρήνων ἀΐξασα.
Straightway he spoke winged words to Athene: "Go quickly indeed to the host, into the midst of the Trojans and Achaeans, and try how the Trojans may begin to break the treaty against the proud Achaeans." So saying, he urged Athene, who was already eager, and she went darting down from the peaks of Olympus.
§4.75οἷον δʼ ἀστέρα ἧκε Κρόνου πάϊς ἀγκυλομήτεω §4.76ἢ ναύτῃσι τέρας ἠὲ στρατῷ εὐρέϊ λαῶν §4.77λαμπρόν· τοῦ δέ τε πολλοὶ ἀπὸ σπινθῆρες ἵενται· §4.78τῷ ἐϊκυῖʼ ἤϊξεν ἐπὶ χθόνα Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη, §4.79κὰδ δʼ ἔθορʼ ἐς μέσσον· θάμβος δʼ ἔχεν εἰσορόωντας §4.80Τρῶάς θʼ ἱπποδάμους καὶ ἐϋκνήμιδας Ἀχαιούς·
As a star which the son of crooked-counseled Cronos sends as a portent for sailors or for a wide host of people, bright, and from it many sparks fly; like this Pallas Athene darted to the earth, and leaped into their midst; and wonder seized those who looked on, both horse-taming Trojans and well-greaved Achaeans.
§4.81ὧδε δέ τις εἴπεσκεν ἰδὼν ἐς πλησίον ἄλλον· §4.82ἦ ῥʼ αὖτις πόλεμός τε κακὸς καὶ φύλοπις αἰνὴ §4.83ἔσσεται, ἢ φιλότητα μετʼ ἀμφοτέροισι τίθησι §4.84Ζεύς, ὅς τʼ ἀνθρώπων ταμίης πολέμοιο τέτυκται. §4.85ὣς ἄρα τις εἴπεσκεν Ἀχαιῶν τε Τρώων τε.
And thus would one speak, looking at his neighbor: "Surely there will again be evil war and dread battle, or Zeus is establishing friendship between both sides, he who is ordained the dispenser of war for men." So would one of the Achaeans and Trojans speak.
§4.86ἣ δʼ ἀνδρὶ ἰκέλη Τρώων κατεδύσεθʼ ὅμιλον §4.87Λαοδόκῳ Ἀντηνορίδῃ κρατερῷ αἰχμητῇ, §4.88Πάνδαρον ἀντίθεον διζημένη εἴ που ἐφεύροι.
But she entered the throng of the Trojans, likened to a man, Laodocus, son of Antenor, a strong spearman, seeking godlike Pandarus, if anywhere she might find him.
§4.89εὗρε Λυκάονος υἱὸν ἀμύμονά τε κρατερόν τε §4.90ἑσταότʼ· ἀμφὶ δέ μιν κρατεραὶ στίχες ἀσπιστάων §4.91λαῶν, οἵ οἱ ἕποντο ἀπʼ Αἰσήποιο ῥοάων·
She found the blameless and strong son of Lycaon standing; and around him were the strong ranks of shield-bearing people who followed him from the streams of Aesepus.
Standing near him, she spoke winged words: "Would you now listen to me, wise son of Lycaon?
You would dare to let fly a swift arrow at Menelaus, and you would win gratitude and glory from all the Trojans, and most of all from king Alexander.
§4.96ἐκ πάντων δὲ μάλιστα Ἀλεξάνδρῳ βασιλῆϊ. §4.97τοῦ κεν δὴ πάμπρωτα παρʼ ἀγλαὰ δῶρα φέροιο, §4.98αἴ κεν ἴδῃ Μενέλαον ἀρήϊον Ἀτρέος υἱὸν §4.99σῷ βέλεϊ δμηθέντα πυρῆς ἐπιβάντʼ ἀλεγεινῆς.
From him indeed you would first of all carry off splendid gifts, if he should see warlike Menelaus, the son of Atreus, laid low by your missile, mounting the grievous funeral pyre.
§4.100ἀλλʼ ἄγʼ ὀΐστευσον Μενελάου κυδαλίμοιο, §4.101εὔχεο δʼ Ἀπόλλωνι Λυκηγενέϊ κλυτοτόξῳ §4.102ἀρνῶν πρωτογόνων ῥέξειν κλειτὴν ἑκατόμβην §4.103οἴκαδε νοστήσας ἱερῆς εἰς ἄστυ Ζελείης. §4.104ὣς φάτʼ Ἀθηναίη, τῷ δὲ φρένας ἄφρονι πεῖθεν·
But come, shoot an arrow at glorious Menelaus, and pray to Apollo, the Lycian-born, the famous archer, that you will sacrifice a glorious hecatomb of firstling lambs when you have returned home to the city of sacred Zeleia." So spoke Athene, and she persuaded the fool's heart.
§4.105αὐτίκʼ ἐσύλα τόξον ἐΰξοον ἰξάλου αἰγὸς §4.106ἀγρίου, ὅν ῥά ποτʼ αὐτὸς ὑπὸ στέρνοιο τυχήσας §4.107πέτρης ἐκβαίνοντα δεδεγμένος ἐν προδοκῇσι §4.108βεβλήκει πρὸς στῆθος· ὃ δʼ ὕπτιος ἔμπεσε πέτρῃ.
Straightway he uncovered his polished bow, made of the horn of a wild leaping goat, which he himself once, hitting it under the breast as it came out from a rock, waiting in ambush, had struck in the chest; and it fell backward on the rock.
§4.109τοῦ κέρα ἐκ κεφαλῆς ἑκκαιδεκάδωρα πεφύκει· §4.110καὶ τὰ μὲν ἀσκήσας κεραοξόος ἤραρε τέκτων, §4.111πᾶν δʼ εὖ λειήνας χρυσέην ἐπέθηκε κορώνην.
Its horns had grown from its head sixteen palms long; these a horn-working craftsman worked and fitted together, and smoothing it all well, he put on a golden tip.
§4.112καὶ τὸ μὲν εὖ κατέθηκε τανυσσάμενος ποτὶ γαίῃ §4.113ἀγκλίνας· πρόσθεν δὲ σάκεα σχέθον ἐσθλοὶ ἑταῖροι §4.114μὴ πρὶν ἀναΐξειαν ἀρήϊοι υἷες Ἀχαιῶν §4.115πρὶν βλῆσθαι Μενέλαον ἀρήϊον Ἀτρέος υἱόν.
This bow he bent, pressing it against the ground, and laid it down carefully; and his brave companions held their shields before him, lest the warlike sons of the Achaeans should spring up before warlike Menelaus, the son of Atreus, was struck.
§4.116αὐτὰρ ὁ σύλα πῶμα φαρέτρης, ἐκ δʼ ἕλετʼ ἰὸν §4.117ἀβλῆτα πτερόεντα μελαινέων ἕρμʼ ὀδυνάων· §4.118αἶψα δʼ ἐπὶ νευρῇ κατεκόσμει πικρὸν ὀϊστόν, §4.119εὔχετο δʼ Ἀπόλλωνι Λυκηγενέϊ κλυτοτόξῳ §4.120ἀρνῶν πρωτογόνων ῥέξειν κλειτὴν ἑκατόμβην §4.121οἴκαδε νοστήσας ἱερῆς εἰς ἄστυ Ζελείης.
Then he took off the cover of his quiver, and took out an arrow, unshot, winged, a bearer of dark pains; and quickly he laid the bitter arrow upon the string, and prayed to Apollo, the Lycian-born, the famous archer, that he would sacrifice a glorious hecatomb of firstling lambs when he had returned home to the city of sacred Zeleia.
§4.122ἕλκε δʼ ὁμοῦ γλυφίδας τε λαβὼν καὶ νεῦρα βόεια· §4.123νευρὴν μὲν μαζῷ πέλασεν, τόξῳ δὲ σίδηρον.
He drew together the notch and the bowstring of ox-sinew; he brought the string to his breast, and the iron head to the bow.
§4.124αὐτὰρ ἐπεὶ δὴ κυκλοτερὲς μέγα τόξον ἔτεινε, §4.125λίγξε βιός, νευρὴ δὲ μέγʼ ἴαχεν, ἆλτο δʼ ὀϊστὸς §4.126ὀξυβελὴς καθʼ ὅμιλον ἐπιπτέσθαι μενεαίνων.
But when he had bent the great bow into a circle, the bow twanged, and the string sang aloud, and the sharp arrow leaped, eager to fly through the throng.
§4.127οὐδὲ σέθεν Μενέλαε θεοὶ μάκαρες λελάθοντο §4.128ἀθάνατοι, πρώτη δὲ Διὸς θυγάτηρ ἀγελείη, §4.129ἥ τοι πρόσθε στᾶσα βέλος ἐχεπευκὲς ἄμυνεν.
Nor did the blessed immortal gods forget you, Menelaus, and first of all the daughter of Zeus, the driver of spoil, who standing before you warded off the sharp missile.
§4.130ἣ δὲ τόσον μὲν ἔεργεν ἀπὸ χροὸς ὡς ὅτε μήτηρ §4.131παιδὸς ἐέργῃ μυῖαν ὅθʼ ἡδέϊ λέξεται ὕπνῳ, §4.132αὐτὴ δʼ αὖτʼ ἴθυνεν ὅθι ζωστῆρος ὀχῆες §4.133χρύσειοι σύνεχον καὶ διπλόος ἤντετο θώρηξ.
She swept it away from his flesh as when a mother sweeps a fly from her child when it lies in sweet sleep; and she herself guided it to where the golden clasps of the belt were fastened and the double breastplate met.
§4.134ἐν δʼ ἔπεσε ζωστῆρι ἀρηρότι πικρὸς ὀϊστός· §4.135διὰ μὲν ἂρ ζωστῆρος ἐλήλατο δαιδαλέοιο, §4.136καὶ διὰ θώρηκος πολυδαιδάλου ἠρήρειστο §4.137μίτρης θʼ, ἣν ἐφόρει ἔρυμα χροὸς ἕρκος ἀκόντων,
On the well-fitted belt fell the bitter arrow; through the decorated belt it was driven, and through the richly worked breastplate it pressed on, and through the mitre which he wore as a protection for his flesh, a barrier against missiles,