the youth’s very marrow to flame, nor were his cheeks
free from tears; he seizes the slow Menœtes, forgetting 15
at once his own decency and his crew’s safety, and flings
him headlong from the lofty stern into the sea. Himself
becomes their guide at the helm, himself their pilot, cheering
on the rowers, and turning the rudder to the shore.
But Menœtes, when at last disgorged from the bottom of 20
the sea, heavy with age, and with his dripping clothes all
hanging about him, climbs the cliff-top, and seats himself
on a dry rock. The Teucrians laughed as he was falling,