'You are sleeping, son of fiery Atreus, 70 He stood above my head and spoke these words: In form, size, and voice just like worthy Nestor. Through the sacred night, as I lay asleep, To the assembled group Agamemnon then sketched out They met by Nestor's ships, king born on Pylos. Of all his great-hearted senior councillors. When Goddess Dawn rose high up on Olympus,īringing light to Zeus and the immortals,Īgamemnon bid the loud-voiced heralds summon Īll the long-haired Achaeans to assembly. He approached the ships of the bronze-armed Achaeans. He took with him the royal staff of his ancestors, He laced up lovely sandals over his sleek feet,Īnd slung a silver studded sword around both shoulders. Īgamemnon roused himself from sleep, the divine voiceĪll round him still. More cries of sorrow, through war's brutality. Trojans and Danaans both, still more suffering, Of what Zeus really meant, his plan to load on them, This said, Dream went off, leaving the king imagining things When honey Sleep has loosed his sweet grip on you.' Trojans can expect from Zeus more sorrows,ĭon't let forgetfulness seize on your mind, 40 The immortal gods dwelling on Mount Olympus He bids you arm long-haired Achaeans right away,įor now you can take Troy, city of wide streets.

He's far off, but pities and cares for you. One to whom people have given their trust, In that shape, divine Dream spoke to Agamemnon: The one Agamemnon held in special honour. Son of Neleus, of all the more senior men, 20ĭream stood above his head, looking just like Nestor, Wrapped up in the sweet divinity of Sleep. Quickly reaching Achaea's fast ships and Atreus's son. Trojans can expect more sorrows, more disasters.' 10 īid him arm long-haired Achaean troops at once,įor now they'll capture Troy, city of wide streets. In Zeus' heart the best idea seemed to beĬalling the Dream, Zeus said these winged words to him:Īt their swift ships. Over in his mind some way to honour Achilles,īy slaughtering many soldiers by Achaean ships. Gods and warriors slept through the entire night.īut sweet Sleep did not visit Zeus, tossing and turning Agamemnon's Dream and The Catalogue of Ships

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