Homer

Now I will go to Phthia, since it is much better
To go home with my curved ships, and I do not think that you,
Being here dishonored, will heap up goods and wealth for yourself.
Then the lord of men, Agamemnon, answered him:
Flee, if your heart is set on it. I do not
Beg you to stay for my sake. There are others with me,
Who will honor me; and especially Zeus the counselor.
You are the most hateful of all the god-nurtured kings to me.
For strife is always dear to you, and wars and battles.
If you are very strong, some god surely gave you that.
Go home with your ships and your companions,
I do not care for you.

Rule over the Myrmidons. I do not care for you,
Nor do I heed your anger, and I will threaten you thus:
As Phoebus Apollo takes Chryseis away from me,
I will send her with my ship and my companions;
But I will go to your tent and take Briseis of the fair cheeks,
Your prize, so that you may know well,
How much stronger I am than you, and another may shrink
From saying he is equal to me, or comparing himself to me face to face.
So he spoke. And grief came upon the son of Peleus, and his heart in his
Shaggy breast was divided in two, whether
He should draw his sharp sword from his thigh,
And rouse the others, and slay the son of Atreus,
Or stay his anger, and restrain his spirit.
While he was pondering these things in his mind and in his heart,