wistfully on the great deep. Alas, that wearied souls
should still have those many waters to pass, and that vast
breadth of sea! Such the one cry of every heart. Oh
for a city! the toils of the main are a weariness to bear!
So, then, in the midst of them, she suddenly alights—no
novice in the ways of doing hurt—and lays by her heavenly 5
form and heavenly raiment. She takes the shape of
Beroe, the aged wife of Doryclus of Tinaros, a dame who
once had had race and name and children, and in this guise
stands in the midst of the Dardan matrons. “Wretched