The charming words he uttered. Now, disturbed,
She trembled for his life; lest the fierce bulls,
Or lest Æe’tes should, himself, destroy
The man she loved.[38] And she bewailed him now
As if already dead; and down her cheeks,
In deep commiseration, the soft tear
Flowed anxiously. With piercing tone of grief
Her voice found utterance: ‘Why, unhappy one!
Am I thus wretched? What concerns it me,
Whether this paragon of heroes die