Homer

He spoke, and kept his heavy hand upon the silver hilt.
He thrust the great sword back into the scabbard, and did not disobey
The word of Athena; and she had gone back to Olympus,
To the halls of aegis-bearing Zeus, among the other gods.

Achilles quarrels with Agamemnon.

But the son of Peleus, again with stinging words,
Addressed the son of Atreus, and did not yet cease from his wrath.
"You drunkard, with the eyes of a dog, but the heart of a deer,
You have never had the courage in your spirit to arm yourself for battle
With the people, nor to go on an ambush with the best of the Achaeans;
To you, this seems like death.
It is far better throughout the wide camp of the Achaeans
To seize the gifts of anyone who speaks against you.
You are a king who devours his people, since you rule over base men.
Otherwise, son of Atreus, you would now be insulting them for the last time.
But I will tell you this, and I will swear a great oath upon it:
Yes, by this scepter, which will never put forth leaves and branches,
Since first it left the stump in the mountains,
Nor will it bloom again; for the bronze has stripped it
Of leaves and bark; now the sons of the Achaeans, who are judges,
Carry it in their hands, they who guard the ordinances
Of Zeus; and this will be a great oath for you:
Someday, a longing for Achilles will come upon the sons of the Achaeans,
All of them; and then you will not be able, though you are grieved,
To help them, when many die and fall before man-slaughtering Hector;
But you will tear your heart within you,"