The Argonautica

and wind-breaths swept down; swift Tiphys gave the call

to board the ship at once and catch the favoring breeze.

The eager crew embarked at once; then high from Argo

they hauled the mooring-stones aloft and drew sheet-lines aft.

The canvas bellied midships; far away from shore

swiftly they sailed rejoicing past Poseidon's headland.

When high in heaven bright-eyed Dawn began to shine,

rising out of the east, and pathways gleamed clearly in view,

and dewy plains shone bright beneath her radiant beam,

then they discovered their blind mistake had left two heroes.

A bitter quarrel struck them; boundless uproar flared

unbounded, since they sailed and left far behind the finest

of all their comrades. Jason sat there, crushed and helpless,

he spoke no word in answer, neither this nor that;

Aeson's son sat beneath his heavy ruin,

eating his heart; then anger seized Telamon, who shouted:

Sit calmly there at ease; this purpose suited you well,

to leave Heracles. The scheme arose from your own mind,

so Heracles' glory through Hellas would not eclipse yours,

if gods should grant us passage home and full return.

But empty words bring no delight; I leave your comrades,

those men of yours who helped construct this treacherous plot.

He spoke and charged at Tiphys, Hagnias' son; his eyes

flashed like the curling tongues of fierce, devouring fire.