Yea, many an one: let us put them to proof: make we no stay;
But rouse ye unto the deed, and cast your griefs away.’
But in helpless despair unto him did the son of Aison say:
‘O Aiakus’ son, these helmsmen of thine—now where be they?
For they which concerning their cunning therein once vaunted loud,
Even these yet more than I with vexation of spirit are bowed.
For us then, as for the dead, ill doom doth mine heart foretell,
Whose lot shall be never to win to the town of Aiêtes the fell, {890}
No, neither ever again to pass through the grim sea-gate
To the land of Hellas returning; but now shall an evil fate,