For fathers are all too jealous against their children; what wrong did Nycteus devise against Antiope, fair of face! What woes did Danae endure on the wide sea through her sire's mad rage! Of late, and not far away, Echetus in wanton cruelty thrust spikes of bronze in his daughter's eyes; and by a grievous fate is she wasting away, grinding grains of bronze in a dungeon's gloom." (ll.

1096-1097) Thus she spake, beseeching; and by his wife's words his heart was softened, and thus he spake: (ll.

1098-1109) "Arete, with arms I could drive forth the Colchians, showing grace to the heroes for the maiden's sake.

But I fear to set at nought the righteous judgment of Zeus.

Nor is it well to take no thought of Aeetes, as thou sayest: for none is more lordly than Aeetes.