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360 Come, come! The trouble lasts not one whole day:

Take heart; receive me; put me where thou wilt,

In hold, or stern, or stem, where least of all

I should molest my fellow-passengers.

Ah, by great Zeus, the suppliant's God, consent;

I pray thee, hearken. On my knees I beg,

Lame though I be and powerless in my limbs.

Nay, leave me not thus desolate, away

From every human footstep. Bring me safe,

Or to my home, or where Chalkodon holds

His seat in fair Eubœa: thence the sail

To Œta and the ridge of Trachis steep,

And fair Spercheios is not far for me,

That thou may'st shew me to my father dear,

Of whom long since I've feared that he perchance

Has passed away. For many messages

I sent to him by those who hither came,

Yea, suppliant prayers that he would hither send,

Himself, to fetch me home. But either he

Is dead, or else, as happens oft with men

Who errands take, they holding me, 'twould seem,

In slight account, pushed on their homeward voyage.

But now, for here I come to thee as one

At once my escort and my messenger,

Be thou my helper, my deliverer thou,

Seeing all things full of fear and perilous chance,

Or to fare well, or fall in evil case;

And one that's free from sorrow should look out

For coming dangers, and, when most at ease,

Should then keep wariest watch upon his life,

Lest unawares he perish utterly.