But tell me thou, does yet my brother live?
Say, too, how fares my sister Helena?405
Eurybates: If prayer and hope prevail, they yet survive;
No surer tidings is it given to speak
Of those who wander on the stormy sea.
Scarce had the swollen highways of the deep
Received our fleet, when ship from kindred ship
Was driven, and lost amid the gathering gloom.
E'en Agamemnon's self in doubt and fear410
Went wandering upon the trackless waste,