Never! Myself will lay them in a still

Green sepulchre....

... For thee, behold, death draweth on,

Evil and lonely, like thine heart: the hands

Of thine own Argo, rotting where she stands,

Shall smite thine head in twain, and bitter be

To the last end thy memories of me.[[31]]


[30]. From Dr. A. S. Way’s translation of the Argonautica (Dent and Sons Ltd.).

[31]. From Professor Gilbert Murray’s translation of the Medea (George Allen & Co. Ltd.).