So now they have torn and are dragging me from the altar of Thetis, the goddess of thy chiefest adoration and the mother of thy gallant son, without any proper trial, yea, and without waiting for my absent master; because, forsooth, they knew my defencelessness and my child’s, whom they mean to slay with me his hapless mother, though he has done no harm. But to thee, O sire, I make my supplication, prostrate at thy knees, though my hand cannot touch thy friendly beard; save me, I adjure thee, reverend sir, or to thy shame and my sorrow shall we be slain.PeleusLoose her bonds, I say, ere some one rue it; untie her folded hands.MenelausI forbid it, for besidesReading τάλλα τ᾽ with Nauck for γ᾽ ἄλλος. being a match for thee,