For Herakles left behind, and unto them all he spake:
‘O friends, what a hero’s help ye have lost for the way ye must go
Far-sailing to halls of Aiêtes!—myself have beheld him, and know
What manner of man he was; for in Daskylus’ halls did he stand,
Even here in the halls of my sire, when he marched through the Asian land
Afoot, that belt of the battle-revelling queen to win,
Hippolytê: then did he find me with youth’s soft down on my chin.
Here, when Priolaus my brother was unto his grave-mound borne,— {780}
Who was slain by our Mysian foes, and for whom the people mourn
With exceeding piteous dirges from that day forth,—in the lists