To Pelasgian Iolkos send him, when boyhood and manhood be met,
To my father and mother, to solace their grief,—if living yet
Haply he find them,—that so, in the stead of the prince their son,
They may win in their halls a dear one, to brighten the hearth left lone.’
He spake, and was gone; and afront of his fellows he strode to the ship, {910}
And the rest of the chiefs followed on, and the oars in their hands did they grip,
Row upon row as they sat; and the hawsers did Argus cast
Loose from the rock brine-lashed; and mightily then and fast
Fell they to smiting with oars long-bladed the seething wave.
And at even by Orpheus’ counsel the keel ashore they drave