So they passed forth from the palace sorely troubled.

And Chalciope, shielding herself from the wrath of Aeetes, had gone quickly to her chamber with her sons.

And Medea likewise followed, and much she brooded in her soul all the cares that the Loves awaken.

And before her eyes the vision still appeared--himself what like he was, with what vesture he was clad, what things he spake, how he sat on his seat, how he moved forth to the door--and as she pondered she deemed there never was such another man; and ever in her ears rung his voice and the honey-sweet words which he uttered.

And she feared for him, lest the oxen or Aeetes with his own hand should slay him; and she mourned him as though already slain outright, and in her affliction a round tear through very grievous pity coursed down her cheek; and gently weeping she lifted up her voice aloud: (ll.