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But it is because of the priest whom Agamemnon dishonored,
And did not release his daughter, and did not accept the ransom.
Therefore the far-shooter gave sorrows, and still will give;
Nor will he hold back his heavy hands from the plague,
Before he gives back to her dear father the bright-eyed girl,
Unbought, unransomed, and leads a holy hecatomb
To Chryse; then we might appease him and persuade him.
Having said this, he sat down; and there stood up among them
The hero, son of Atreus, wide-ruling Agamemnon,
Grieving; his heart was filled with great rage, and was dark,
And his eyes were like shining fire.
Looking darkly at Calchas first, he spoke,
Calchas reveals the cause of the plague.
Prophet of evils, you have never yet spoken a good word to me;
Evil is always dear to your heart to prophesy;
You have never spoken a good word, nor accomplished one;
And now among the Danaans you speak, prophesying,
That for this reason the far-shooter brings them sorrows,
Because I was not willing to accept the splendid ransom
For the girl Chryseis, since I much prefer
To have her at home; and indeed I prefer her to Clytemnestra,
My wedded wife; since she is no worse than she,
Not in body, nor in stature, nor in mind, nor in skills.
But even so, I am willing to give her back, if it is better;
I wish for the people to be safe, rather than perish;
But prepare a prize for me at once, so that I am not alone
Agamemnon rebukes Calchas.
Without a prize among the Argives; for that is not fitting.