AG. Achilles, furnishing the pretext, not the reality, knows not these nuptials, nor what we are doing; nor that I have professed to give my daughter into the nuptial chain of his arms by marriage.[[9]]
OLD M. Thou venturest terrible things, king Agamemnon, who, having promised thy daughter as wife to the son of the Goddess, dost lead her as a sacrifice on behalf of the Greeks.
AG. Ah me! I was out of my senses. Alas! And I am falling into calamity. But go, plying thy foot, yielding naught to old age.
OLD M. I hasten, O king.
AG. Do not thou either sit down by the woody fountains, nor repose in sleep.
OLD M. Speak good words.
AG. But every where as you pass the double track, look about, watching lest there escape thee a chariot passing with swift wheels, bearing my daughter hither to the ships of the Greeks.
OLD M. This shall be.
AG. And go out of the gates[[10]] quickly,† for if you meet with the procession,† again go forth, shake the reins, going to the temples reared by the Cyclops.
OLD M. But tell me, how, saying this, I shall obtain belief from thy daughter and wife.