“What I really want is to keep my people safe, not see them dying. But fetch me another prize, and straight off too, else I alone … go without my honor. That would be a disgrace…look—my prize is snatched away.”(I. 130-141)
The noble son of Anchises led the Dardanians, he whom Aphrodite bore with Anchises down in the folds of Ida, a goddess bedded with a man. (II.930-33)
“Sing to me now, you Muses who hold the halls of Olympus! You are goddesses, you are everywhere, you know all things—all we hear is the distant ring of glory, we know nothing—who were the captains of Achaea? Who were the kings?” (II. 573-76)
Here was the ugliest man who ever came to Troy. Bandy-legged, with one foot clubbed. (II. 250-51)
He pulled on a soft tunic, linen, never worn, and over it threw his flaring battle cape, under his smooth feet he fastened supple sandals, across his shoulder slung his silver studded sword. Then he seized the royal scepter…its power can never die. (II. 52-4)
“Old Priam, words endless words—that is your passion, always, as once in days of peace. But ceaseless war’s upon us! … I’ve never seen an army such as this.”(II. 905-910)
“Look, I will bow my head if that will satisfy you. That, I’ll remind you, that among the immortal gods is the strongest, truest sign I can give.” (I. 626-28)
“You remember the last time I rushed to your defense? He seized my foot, he hurled me off the tremendous threshold and all day long I dropped.” (I.711-13)
She had seen how Thetis, Thetis quick on her glistening feet was hatching plans with Zeus. (I.647-49)
“Welcome couriers, Good heralds of Zeus and men, here, come closer. You have done nothing to me. You are not to blame.” (I.394-396)
A mastermind like Zeus, still standing fast, He had not laid a hand on his black-benched hull. (II. 197-98)
“You are both younger than I, in my time I struck up with better men than you…men like Pirithous, Dryas, that fine captain…they took to heart my councils” (I.303-04)
“Stop this fighting, now. Don’t lay hand to sword. One day glittering gifts will lie before you, three times over to pay for all this outrage. “ (I. 248-50)
Suddenly she rose from the churning surf like mist and settling down beside him she wept, stroked [him] gently, whispering his name, (I.424-426)
“—now bring my prayer to pass. Pay the Danaans back—your arrows for my tears” (I.48-9)