Homer.

For you see this, all of you, my prize goes elsewhere.
The quarrel of Achilles and Agamemnon.

Then the swift-footed, godlike Achilles answered him,
Most glorious son of Atreus, most covetous of all,
How shall the high-spirited Achaeans give you a prize?
We do not know of any common stores laid up,
But what we plundered from the cities has been divided.
It is not fitting for the people to gather these things back.
But you, give her up to the god now; and we Achaeans
Will pay you back three or four times over, if ever Zeus
Grants us to sack the well-walled city of Troy.
Then powerful Agamemnon answered him:
Do not, even though you are very brave, godlike Achilles,
Try to cheat me with your mind, since you will not outwit me, nor persuade me.
Do you wish, so that you yourself may have a prize, for me to sit
Empty-handed? And you bid me to give her back.
But if the high-spirited Achaeans give me a prize,
Fitting it to my heart so that it will be of equal value.
If they do not give it, I myself will go and take
Either your prize, or that of Ajax, or of Odysseus,
I will take it away. He whom I approach will be angered.
But we will reconsider these matters again.
Now come, let us drag a black ship into the divine sea,
And gather rowers fittingly, and place a hecatomb on board,
And bring the fair-cheeked Chryseis herself.