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 282 This none Achaian knoweth with me, save Kalchas, Odysseus, Menelaus. Now That wrong I here revoke, and write the truth Within this scroll, which in the gloom of night Thou saw'st me, ancient, open and reseal. Up, go, this letter unto Argos bear; And what the tablet hideth in its folds, All things here written, will I tell to thee, For loyal to my wife and house art thou.


 * Speak, and declare, that the tale heard
 * Ring true beside the written word.

(Reads).
 * "This add I to my letter writ before: —
 * Daughter of Leda, do thou send
 * Thy daughter not unto the waveless shore

Of Aulis, where the bend
 * Of that sea-pinion of Euboæa lies
 * Gulf-shapen. Ere we celebrate
 * Our daughter's marriage-tide solemnities,
 * A season must we wait."


 * Yet, if Achilles lose his plighted spouse,
 * Will not his anger's tempest swell
 * Against thee and thy wife? Sure, perilous
 * Is this!—thy meaning tell.


 * His name, no more, Achilles lends,—hath known
 * Nought of a bride, nor aught we planned,