And unarmed, for sea-prize, attacked and slew.
Then, stripping my body naked, they threw
Into the sea, by turns there to abide,
And on the beach, at pleasure of the tide.
Oh, by the heaven’s cheerful light and airs,
By thy Sire’s memory, thy hopes and cares
For thy son! to Velia, returning, steer—
My body floats hard-by—give it a bier!
Or why, my Prince, not take a shorter mode
Of lifting my intolerable load?