Shall love alone, then, be stolen, rather than be regarded as a prize to be won?
No, indeed I desire no possession unless the world envies me for possessing it.

A solitary old man can scarcely become a serious rival; even should he wish to take advantage, he would lose it through lack of breath." When, but without any confidence, I had arrived at these conclusions, and beguiled my uneasy spirit, I covered my head with my tunic and began to feign sleep, when all of a sudden, as though Fortune were bent upon annihilating my peace of mind, a voice upon the ship's deck gritted out something like this -- "So he fooled me after all."-- As this voice, which was a man's, and was only too familiar, struck my ears, my heart fluttered.

And then a woman, equally furious, spat out more spitefully still--"If only some god would put Giton into my hands, what a fine time I would give that runaway." -- Stunned by these unexpected words, we both turned pale as death.

I was completely terrified, and, as though I were enveloped in some turbulent nightmare, was a long time finding my voice, but at last, with trembling hands, I tugged at the hem of Eumolpus' clothing, just as he was sinking into slumber.

"Father," I quavered, "on your word of honor, can you tell me whose ship this is, and whom she has aboard ?" Peeved at being disturbed, "So," he snapped, "this was the reason you wished to have us quartered in the most inaccessible spot on deck, was it?
So we could get no rest! What good will it do you when I've informed you that Lycas of Tarentum is master of this ship and that he carries Tryphaena as an exile to Tarentum ?".