And now thou thyself too hast part in a like mad passion; and some god of affection has given thee Jason to be thy grievous woe.

Well, go on, and steel thy heart, wise though thou be, to take up thy burden of pain, fraught with many sighs." (ll.

66-82) Thus spake the goddess; but swiftly the maiden's feet bore her, hasting on.

And gladly did she gain the high-bank of the river and beheld on the opposite side the gleam of fire, which all night long the heroes were kindling in joy at the contest's issue.

Then through the gloom, with clear-pealing voice from across the stream, she called on Phrontis, the youngest of Phrixus' sons, and he with his brothers and Aeson's son recognised the maiden's voice; and in silence his comrades wondered when they knew that it was so in truth.