Frantic with rage, uprose the fierce Achilles:
“How comfortably calm!” said Nestor Willis——
Translation by Sir John Scott.
With metaphysic art his speech he plann’d,
And said what nobody could understand.
Another by Mr. Bastard.
The Trojan I oppose, he said, ’tis true,
But I abuse and hate Atrides too.
Another by Lord Fawconberg.
Enrag’d Achilles never would agree,
A “petty vote,” a “menial slave,” was he.
Another by Mons. Alderman Le Mesurier.
By gar, Achille he say, I make a you
Parler anoder launguage, ventre bleu!
Another by Lord Westcote.