Alcimedon.
[In the same way.] Joy to thee, Thetis! Accept my offerings, and grant that my arms keep strong, and that I find the man whose swine have trampled my barley field.
Maid.
It will be a long day before Thetis grants you that, old man.
Alcimedon.
[Grumbling.] If I only knew of any one that knew!
Priest.
[To First Maid.] Have you a prayer to make?
Maid.
[Taking offerings from other Maids to add to her own.] Hail, Thetis! and may joy be ever with thee! Accept these offerings from the bondmaidens Aithra, and Pholoe, and Deianassa; and grant all good things to them and theirs. [A pause.