<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg066.perseus-eng3" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="book" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg066.perseus-eng3" n="26"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg066.perseus-eng3:26" n="1"><sp><speaker>ANTILOCHUS</speaker><p>I was surprised at what you had to say the other day, Achilles, to Odysseus on the subject of death. What ignoble words! What little credit they reflected on both of your teachers, Chiron and Phoenix! I was listening, you know, when you said you would gladly “if but on earth above” be thrall to any man “whose lot is poverty, whose substance small”, rather than be king of all the dead. <note xml:lang="eng" n="7.155.2">Cf. <hi rend="italic">Odyssey</hi>, X I, 489-491.</note> To speak thus might perhaps have been right for some mean cowardly Phrygian, who loves life regardless of honour, but for the son of Peleus, who surpassed all the heroes in his love of danger, to have such mean ideas for himself is utterly shameful, and opposed to the way you acted in life; for, though you could have had a long and obscure reign in the land of Phthia, you gladly preferred death with glory.</p></sp></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>