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‘Glittery-eyed Athene then spoke in reply:’
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‘Thetis, shedding tears, answered her son, Achilles:’
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06:55 |
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‘Thetis finished. Cloud gatherer Zeus did not respond.’
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07:14 |
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‘Gods and warriors slept through the entire night.’
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06:26 |
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‘So Nestor spoke. Then he began to make his way back...’
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06:27 |
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‘Thus the pair of them continued arguing.’
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07:02 |
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‘Son of Atreus, now the Achaeans wish to disgrace you...’
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05:55 |
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‘Just as goatherds sort out with ease the wandering beasts...’
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05:17 |
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‘So Athene spoke. Odysseus knew her from her voice...’
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06:23 |
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‘From Salamis Ajax commanded twelve ships.’
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‘Men rushed to arm themselves. They opened up the gates.’
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04:06 |
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‘Once troops had formed in ranks under their own leaders...’
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07:02 |
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‘Mighty Agamemnon then answered Nestor:’
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06:29 |
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‘Priam, the old man, saw a third figure, Ajax, and asked:’
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05:15 |
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‘Among these warriors, as they armed themselves...’
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05:50 |
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‘The gods all sat assembled in the golden courtyard...’
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06:33 |
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‘Troops from Phylace, flowering Pyrasus, shrine of Demeter...’
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06:52 |
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‘Athena spoke and thus swayed his foolish wits.’
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06:27 |
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‘At Talthybius’ words Machaon’s spirits were stirred up...’
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Anton Lesser
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06:48 |
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‘To these words Geranian horseman Nestor said:’
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07:07 |
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‘As for the Trojans, they were like thousands of ewes...’
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Anton Lesser
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01:35 |
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‘Achaeans and Trojans were elated, full of hope...’
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Anton Lesser
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07:01 |
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‘Then Aphrodite went to summon Helen.’
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05:03 |
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‘Antilochus was the first to kill a man...’
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Anton Lesser
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05:50 |
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‘Then Pallas Athene gave Diomedes, son of Tydeus...’
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06:59 |
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‘Hear me, you Trojans, you well-armed Achaeans.’
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04:48 |
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‘But his sharp arrow hadn’t killed Diomedes...’
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06:48 |
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‘Aeneas, leader of the Trojans, then replied:’
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06:21 |
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‘Sing, Goddess, sing of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus...’
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Anton Lesser
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06:42 |
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‘Encouraged, the wise prophet then declared:’
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