her father's despite.

Then did night draw darkness over the earth; and on the sea sailors from
their ships looked towards the Bear and the stars of Orion; and now the
wayfarer and the warder longed for sleep, and the pall of slumber
wrapped round the mother whose children were dead; nor was there any
more the barking of dogs through the city, nor sound of men's voices;
but silence held the blackening gloom. But not indeed upon Medea came
sweet sleep. For in her love for Aeson's son many cares kept her
wakeful, and she dreaded the mighty strength of the bulls, beneath whose
fury he was like to perish by an unseemly fate in the field of Ares. And
fast did her heart throb within her breast, as a sunbeam quivers upon
the walls of a house when flung up from water, which is just poured
forth in a caldron or a pail may be; and hither and thither on the swift
eddy does it dart and dance along; even so the maiden's heart quivered
in her breast. And the tear of pity flowed from her eyes, and ever
within anguish tortured her, a smouldering fire through her frame, and
about her fine nerves and deep down beneath the nape of the neck where
the pain enters keenest, whenever the unwearied Loves direct against the
heart their shafts of agony. And she thought now that she would give him
the charms to cast a spell on the bulls, now that she would not, and
that she herself would perish; and again that she would not perish and
would not give the charms, but just as she was would endure her fate in
silence. Then sitting down she wavered in mind and said:

"Poor wretch, must I toss hither and thither in woe? On every side my
heart is in despair; nor is there any help for my pain; but it burneth
ever thus. Would that I had been slain by the swift shafts of Artemis
before I had set eyes on him, before Chalciope's sons reached the
Achaean land. Some god or some Fury brought them hither for our grief, a