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Spake never a word or bad or good in their evil case;

But devouring his soul he sat ’neath wilderment’s heavy load.

Then Telamon’s wrath waxed hot, and thus with the prince he chode:

‘Ha! sit thou there at thine ease!—good sooth, for thy profit was this,{1290}

That Herakles thus should be left; thou givest no counsel, I wis,

Lest haply his glory in Hellas should overshadow thee,

If the Gods peradventure vouchsafe us the home-return to see!—

What pleasure in words?—I will go, I only, with none of these

Thy comrades, who plotted with thee this treason to Herakles.’

He spake, and on Tiphys Hagnias’ son he rushed, and his ire

Gleamed through his eyes as the leaping flame of the ravening fire.

And now to the land of the Mysian men had they won back again

In despite of the driving surge, and the head-wind’s ceaseless strain;

But the two winged sons of Thracian Boreas rose thereupon,{1300}

And with fierce stern words from his purpose withheld they Aiakus’ son.

Unhappy they!—grim vengeance thereafter did Herakles wreak