But the path is not to be shunned, the toil is hard for those who venture." (ll.

247-250) Thus they spake here and there throughout the city; but the women often raised their hands to the sky in prayer to the immortals to grant a return, their hearts' desire.

And one with tears thus lamented to her fellow: (ll.

251-260) "Wretched Alcimede, evil has come to thee at last though late, thou hast not ended with splendour of life.

Aeson too, ill-fated man! Surely better had it been for him, if he were lying beneath the earth, enveloped in his shroud, still unconscious of bitter toils.