Which bound me to the Greeks; ‘tis right to hate,
And blab their secrets to the common air.
I’ll not be held by any ties of land
Or law. Do thou but keep thy promises,
O Troy, and, saved by me, keep plighted faith,
If I with truth shall make thee rich returns.
Recovering himself, he goes on more quietly, and with an air of perfect sincerity.
The Greeks’ whole hope and confidence in war
Had rested from the first on Pallas’ aid.
But from the time when godless Diomede,