you may be a good man in a fight, Achilles, And look like a god, but don't try to put one over on me-It won't work. So while you have your prize,You want me to sit tight and do without?Give tbe girl back, just like that? Now maybeIf the army, in a generous spirit, voted me Some suitable prize of their own choice, something fair-But if it doesn't, I'll just go take-something myself,Your prize perhaps, or Ajax's, or Odysseus',And whoever she belongs to, it'll stick in his throat.