Iliad I, lines 188-192

            Thus he spoke; and anguish came over the son of Peleus—

            deep in his rugged chest, his heart was divided, debating

            whether to draw his long sharp sword from the side of his thigh now,

            thrust through the ranks of Achaeans and slay the son of Atreus,

            or he could swallow his bile and suppress his raging spirit. 

Iliad I, lines 179-187

            Go back home with your ships and take your compatriots with you,

            lord it over your Myrmidons—I care nothing for you now,

181      nor does your anger concern me.  But still, I will give you a warning:

            even as Phoebus Apollo is taking away my Chryseis,

            as I am sending her back on a ship of mine with my own men,

            so I will take your Briseis away, with her beautiful cheekbones,

            going myself to your tent to seize your prize—and you’ll truly

            know how much greater I am than you, and the next man too will

187      fear to talk back as my equal and openly act as my rival.”

Iliad I, lines 172-178

            Then in response, Agamemnon, master of men, retorted:

            “Go on and run, if your heart so compels you—desert us, but I won’t

            beg you to stay here on my account.  There are plenty of others

175      here who will honor me, most of all Zeus with his wisest counsel.

            You, out of all of the kings who are nurtured by God, are the most vile.

            Conflict has always been dear to your heart, and warfare and combat.

            If you’re so strong, it is only a gift that a god has given.