So soon as early Dawn appeared, the rosy-fingered, up from his bed arose Menelaus, good at the war-cry, and put on his clothing. About his shoulders he slung his sharp sword, and beneath his shining feet bound his fair sandals, and went forth from his chamber like a god to look upon. Then he sat down beside Telemachus, and spoke, and addressed him:
ἦμος δ' ἠριγένεια φάνη ῥοδοδάκτυλος Ἠώς , ὤρνυτ' ἄρ' ἐξ εὐνῆφι βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Μενέλαος εἵματα ἑσσάμενος , περὶ δὲ ξίφος ὀξὺ θέτ' ὤμῳ , ποσσὶ δ' ὑπὸ λιπαροῖσιν ἐδήσατο καλὰ πέδιλα , βῆ δ' ἴμεν ἐκ θαλάμοιο θεῷ ἐναλίγκιος ἄντην , Τηλεμάχῳ δὲ παρῖζεν , ἔπος τ' ἔφατ' ἔκ τ' ὀνόμαζεν ·
ἦμος δέ ἠριγένεια φαίνω ῥοδοδάκτυλος ἠώς , ὄρνυμι ἄρα ἐκ εὐνή βοή ἀγαθός Μενέλαος εἷμα ἕννυμι , περί δέ ξίφος ὀξύς τίθημι ὦμος , πούς δέ ὑπό λιπαρός δέω καλός πέδιλον , βαίνω δέ εἶμι ἐκ θάλαμος θεός ἐναλίγκιος ἄντην , Τηλέμαχος δέ παρίζω , ἔπος τε φημί ἐκ τε ὀνομάζω ·