that I was! No, if ever the chance were given
me—if ever I came back with glory to my native Argos—I
vowed myself his avenger, and my words stirred up
bitter enmity. From that time my ruin began; from that 5
time Ulysses was ever threatening me with some new
charge, ever scattering abroad words of mystery, and looking
for allies to plot with. Nor did he rest till by Calchas’[125]
agency—but why recall this unwelcome story with no
end to gain? Why waste your time, if you hold all Achæans 10
alike, and to hear that is to hear enough? Take the