CH. No harm shall touch you.
ANT. I know that.
[page 312][1741-1778] CH. What then
Further engrosseth thee?
ANT. How to get home
I know not.
CH. Seek not for it.
ANT. Weariness
O’erweighs me.
CH. Hath it not before oppressed thee?
ANT. Before, it vexed me; now it overwhelms.
CH. A mighty sea of misery is your lot.
ANT. Woe is me! O Zeus! And whither must we go?
Unto what doom doth my Fate drive me now?