So spoke he, and Menelaus, good at the war-cry, did not fail to listen, but went his way as a lion from a steading when he grows weary with vexing dogs and men that suffer him not to seize the fattest of the herd, watching the whole night through;
ὣς ἔφατ' , οὐ δ' ἀπίθησε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Μενέλαος , βῆ δ' ἰέναι ὥς τίς τε λέων ἀπὸ μεσσαύλοιο , ὅς τ' ἐπεὶ ἄρ κε κάμῃσι κύνας τ' ἄνδρας τ' ἐρεθίζων , οἵ τέ μιν οὐκ εἰῶσι βοῶν ἐκ πῖαρ ἑλέσθαι πάννυχοι ἐγρήσσοντες · [0] [1] [2]
ὡς φημί , οὐ δέ ἀπιθέω βοή ἀγαθός Μενέλαος , βαίνω δέ εἶμι ὡς τις τε λέων ἀπό μέσαυλος , ὅς τε ἐπεί ἄρα ἄν κάμνω κύων τε ἀνήρ τε ἐρεθίζω , ὅς τε μιν οὐ ἐάω βοῦς ἐκ πῖαρ αἱρέω πάννυχος ἐγρήσσω ·