For at once she truly forboded that the aid she had given was not hidden from her father, and that quickly she would fill up the cup of woe.

And she dreaded the guilty knowledge of her handmaids; her eyes were filled with fire and her ears rung with a terrible cry.

Often did she clutch at her throat, and often did she drag out her hair by the roots and groan in wretched despair.

There on that very day the maiden would have tasted the drugs and perished and so have made void the purposes of Hera, had not the goddess driven her, all bewildered, to flee with the sons of Phrixus; and her fluttering soul within her was comforted; and then she poured from her bosom all the drugs back again into the casket.

Then she kissed her bed, and the folding-doors on both sides, and stroked the walls, and tearing away in her hands a long tress of hair, she left it in the chamber for her mother, a memorial of her maidenhood, and thus lamented with passionate voice: (ll.