And quickly Mopsus with prophetic words spake among them all: (ll.

545-554) "For you, friends, this sign has been wrought by the will of heaven; in no other way is it possible to interpret its meaning better, than to seek out the maiden and entreat her with manifold skill.
And I think she will not reject our prayer, if in truth Phineus said that our return should be with the help of the Cyprian goddess.

It was her gentle bird that escaped death; and as my heart within me foresees according to this omen, so may it prove! But, my friends, let us call on Cytherea to aid us, and now at once obey the counsels of Argus." (ll.

555-563) He spake, and the warriors approved, remembering the injunctions of Phineus; but all alone leapt up Apharcian Idas and shouted loudly in terrible wrath: "Shame on us, have we come here fellow voyagers with women, calling on Cypris for help and not on the mighty strength of Enyalius?
And do ye look to doves and hawks to save yourselves from contests?
Away with you, take thought not for deeds of war, but by supplication to beguile weakling girls." (ll.

564-571) Such were his eager words; and of his comrades many murmured low, but none uttered a word of answer back.