Forth, by favour of the galeOf earth-born Zephuros did she sail.Many shield-bearers, leaders of the pack,Sailed too upon their track,Theirs who had directed oar,Then visible no more,To Simois’ leaf-luxuriant shore —For sake of strife all gore! To Ilion Wrath, fulfilling her intent,This marriage-care — the rightly named so — sent:In after-time, for the tables’ abuseAnd that of the hearth-partaker Zeus,Bringing to punishmentThose who honoured with noisy throatThe honour of the bride, the hymenseal noteWhich did the kinsfolk then to singing urge.