463-471) "Son of Aeson, what is this plan thou art turning over in mind.

Speak out thy thought in the midst.

Does fear come on and master thee, fear, that confounds cowards?
Be witness now my impetuous spear, wherewith in wars I win renown beyond all others (nor does Zeus aid me so much as my own spear), that no woe will be fatal, no venture will be unachieved, while Idas follows, even though a god should oppose thee.
Such a helpmeet am I that thou bringest from Arene." (ll.

472-475) He spake, and holding a brimming goblet in both hands drank off the unmixed sweet wine; and his lips and dark cheeks were drenched with it; and all the heroes clamoured together and Idmon spoke out openly: (ll.

480-484) "Vain wretch, thou art devising destruction for thyself before the time.