Ah me! he lands! he leaps ashore!
He strides with ruffian hands to hale us!
Voice 2.
Cry, sisters, cry! swift help implore!
If here to cry may aught avail us!
Voice 3.
Ah me! ’tis but the muffled roar
Of forceful storms soon to assail us!
Voice 1.
Flee to the gods! to the altars cling!