Homer (Cambridge, Christ's College, MS Rouse 358)

Homer.

"They took for the son of Atreus the fair-cheeked Chryseis.
And Chryses, the priest of far-shooting Apollo,
Came to the swift ships of the bronze-clad Achaeans,
Seeking to ransom his daughter, and bringing boundless ransom,
Holding in his hands the garlands of far-shooting Apollo
On a golden scepter; and he begged all the Achaeans,
But especially the two sons of Atreus, the marshals of the people.
Then all the other Achaeans shouted their assent,
To honor the priest and receive the glorious ransom;
But it did not please the soul of Agamemnon, the son of Atreus,
But he drove him away badly, and commanded a harsh word upon him.
Enraged, the old man went back; and Apollo
Heard his prayer, since he was very dear to him.
He sent a bad arrow upon the Argives; and the people
Were dying one after another; the darts of the god ranged
Everywhere throughout the wide camp of the Achaeans; and a seer
Who knew well spoke of the oracles of the far-shooter.
Immediately I was the first to urge that we appease the god;
But rage took hold of the son of Atreus; immediately he rose
And threatened a word, which is now being fulfilled.
For the bright-eyed Achaeans are sending that girl with a swift ship
To Chryse, and they are bringing gifts to the lord;
But just now heralds came from my tent and led away
The girl Briseis, whom the sons of the Achaeans gave to me.
But you, if you are able, protect your own son,"