Mine eyes are wet with tears, which trickle down my cheeks, as doth a sunless spring from a smooth rock. Ah me!MolossusWhat remedy, alas! can I provide me ’gainst my ills?

MenelausWhy fall at my knees in supplication? hard as the rock and deaf as the wave am I. My own friends have I helped, but for thee have I no tie of affection; for verily it cost me a great part of my life to capture Troy and thy mother; so thou shalt reap the fruit thereof and into Hades’ halls descend.ChorusBehold! I see Peleus drawing nigh; with aged step he hasteth hither.