All hang on him—such, such o’erweening pride,
Rage as he may, by me shall be defy’d.
The gods, who to his arm its prowess gave,
Loose they his scornful tongue at will to rave?”
Him interrupting, fierce Pelides said:
“Be on my willing brow dishonor laid,
If I—whate’er thy wish—whate’er thy will,
Imperious tyrant!—thy command fulfil.
O’er others rule; by others be obeyed;
No more Achilles deigns the Atridae aid.”