So the heroes, though outworn with toil, quickly backed their ship from the land in sore dismay.

And now far from Crete would they have been borne in wretched plight, distressed both by thirst and pain, had not Medea addressed them as they turned away: (ll.

1654-1658) "Hearken to me.

For I deem that I alone can subdue for you that man, whoever he be, even though his frame be of bronze throughout, unless his life too is everlasting.

But be ready to keep your ship here beyond the cast of his stones, till he yield the victory to me." (ll.