My friends, Danaan warriors, squires of Ares, great Zeus, son of Cronos, 111 hath ensnared me in grievous blindness of heart, cruel god! seeing 112 that of old he promised me, and bowed his head thereto, that not until 113 I had sacked well-walled Ilios should I get me home; but now hath 114 he planned cruel deceit, and bids me return inglorious to Argos, 115 when I have lost much people. So, I ween, must be the 116 good pleasure of Zeus, supreme in might, who hath laid 117 low the