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Ill at field-toil be dainty-nurtured hands.

Whom of the Greeks wouldst hold to ransom then?

Erewhile I said it—gold my halls lack not.

Then come, and of the spoils make choice thyself.

These to the Gods hang thou on temple-walls.

What greater guerdon canst thou ask than these?

Achilles' horses. He for worthy meed

Must toil, who sets his life on fortune's hazard.

Ha! steeds I covet dost thou covet too,

For, foals immortal of immortal sires,

They bear the battle-eager Peleus' son.

These King Poseidon, even the Sea-god, tamed,

Men say, and gave them unto Peleus' seed.

Yet will I cheat not hopes I raised, but give

Achilles' team, a glory to thine house.

I thank thee: so I win them, goodliest prize