49This Polydorus unhappy Priam had once secretly entrusted, with a great weight of gold, to the Thracian king to be brought up, when he was already losing faith in the arms of Dardania and saw the city encircled by siege. 53That king, when the power of the Teucrians was broken and Fortune withdrew, following Agamemnon's cause and his victorious arms, breaks every sacred law; 55he cuts down Polydorus and takes possession of the gold by force. 56To what do you not drive mortal hearts, accursed hunger for gold? 57When fear had left my bones, I report the gods' portents to chosen leaders of the people, and to my father first, and ask what their judgement is.
60All have the same mind: to leave the criminal land, to abandon the polluted bond of hospitality, and to give the south winds to our fleet. 62So we renew the funeral for Polydorus, and earth is heaped high on the mound; 63altars stand to his Shades, mournful with dark-blue ribbons and black cypress, and around them the women of Ilium, their hair unbound as custom is; 66we bring cups foaming with warm milk and bowls of sacred blood, and we lay his spirit to rest in the tomb, and with loud voice call on him for the last time.