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Argives

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Canonical name
Argives
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Character
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Collective
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Claims

3
·Disguised

In Minerva’s Mentes speech, the finest Argives went to Troy.

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Troy where the flower of all the Argives went also
·Remembered

The Argives were not all wise or understanding, and many met bad ends through Minerva’s displeasure.

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Jove saw fit to vex the Argives on their homeward voyage; for they had not all been either wise or understanding, and hence many came to a bad end through the displeasure of Jove’s daughter Minerva
·Remembered

Many Argives were doomed to suffer for Helen’s sake.

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so many, both Argives and Trojans, were in heaven’s wisdom doomed to suffer

Additional evidence

Evidence records not already represented by a claim.

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·Disguised
the flower of all the Argives
·Remembered
the Argives set out for Troy
·Remembered
we advised the Argives how all might be ordered for the best
·Reported
fighting on the side of the Argives
·Reported
the gods laid upon the Argives
·Reported
they have great power among the Argives
·Reported
both Argives and Trojans
·Remembered
when the Argives set sail for Troy
·Remembered
when the Argives set sail for Troy
·Remembered
there was not an Argive but wept for pity of the dirge they chaunted

Passage preview

Book 1 · Passage 14

And Minerva answered, ‘I will tell you truly and particularly all about it. I am Mentes, son of Anchialus, and I am King of the Taphians. I have come here with my ship and crew, on a voyage to men of a foreign tongue being bound for Temesa {4} with a cargo of iron, and I shall bring back copper. As for my ship, it lies over yonder off the open country away from the town, in the harbour Rheithron {5} under the wooded mountain Neritum. {6} Our fathers were friends before us, as old Laertes will tell you, if you will go and ask him. They say, however, that he never comes to town now, and lives by himself in the country, faring hardly, with an old woman to look after him and get his dinner for him, when he comes in tired from pottering about his vineyard. They told me your father was at home again, and that was why I came, but it seems the gods are still keeping him back, for he is not dead yet not on the mainland. It is more likely he is on some sea-girt island in mid ocean, or a prisoner among savages who are detaining him against his will. I am no prophet, and know very little about omens, but I speak as it is borne in upon me from heaven, and assure you that he will not be away much longer; for he is a man of such resource that even though he were in chains of iron he would find some means of getting home again. But tell me, and tell me true, can Ulysses really have such a fine looking fellow for a son? You are indeed wonderfully like him about the head and eyes, for we were close friends before he set sail for Troy where the flower of all the Argives went also. Since that time we have never either of us seen the other.’