30-33) "I go, leaving this long tress here in my stead, O mother mine; take this farewell from me as I go far hence; farewell Chalciope, and all my home.

Would that the sea, stranger, had dashed thee to pieces, ere thou camest to the Colchian land!" (ll.

34-56) Thus she spake, and from her eyes shed copious tears.

And as a bondmaid steals away from a wealthy house, whom fate has lately severed from her native land, nor yet has she made trial of grievous toil, but still unschooled to misery and shrinking in terror from slavish tasks, goes about beneath the cruel hands of a mistress; even so the lovely maiden rushed forth from her home.

But to her the bolts of the doors gave way self-moved, leaping backwards at the swift strains of her magic song.