Of the strangers, yea, and your goodly city for these to ward.’
She spake, and with clamour the folkmote was filled, for good in their eyes
Was the word, and straightway thereafter again did Hypsipylê rise,
And her voice pealed over the multitude, stilling the mingled cries:
‘If in sooth in the sight of you all well-pleasing is this same rede, {700}
Unto the ship straightway a messenger hence will I speed.’
To Iphinoê which waited beside her spake she her hest:
‘Up, Iphinoê, and to yonder man bear this my request,
That he come to our town, even he who is chief of the strangers’ array,
For the word that pleaseth the heart of my people to him would I say.