[346] I wish only that my spirit and fury would drive me [347] to hack your meat away and eat it raw for the things that [348] you have done to me. So there is no one who can hold the dogs off [349] from your head, not if they bring here and set before me ten times [350] and twenty times the ransom, and promise more in addition, [351] not if Priam son of Dardanos should offer to weigh out [352] your bulk in gold; not even so shall the lady your mother [353] who herself bore you lay you on the death-bed