_Dol_. From what I can gather, Periander was very fond of him, and was always sending for him to perform; till Arion grew quite rich at his expense, and thought he would take a trip to Methymna, and show off his wealth at home. He took ship accordingly; but it was with a crew of rogues. He had made no secret of the gold and silver he had with him; and when they were in mid Aegean, the sailors rose against him. As I was swimming alongside, I heard all that went on. 'Since your minds are made up,' says Arion, 'at least let me get my mantle on, and sing my own dirge; and then I will throw myself into the sea of my own accord.'—The sailors agreed. He threw his minstrel's cloak about him, and sang a most sweet melody; and then he let himself drop into the water, never doubting but that his last moment had come. But I caught him up on my back, and swam to shore with him at Taenarum. _Pos_. I am glad to find you a patron of the arts. This was handsome pay for a song. F. IX _Posidon. Amphitrite and other Nereids_ _Pos_. The strait where the child fell shall be called Hellespont after her. And as for her body, you Nereids shall take it to the Troad to be buried by the inhabitants. _Amph_. Oh no, Posidon. Let her grave be the sea which bears her name. We are so sorry for her; that step-mother's treatment of her was shocking. _Pos_. No, my dear, that may not be. And indeed it is not desirable that she should lie here under the sand; her grave shall be in the Troad, as I said, or in the Chersonese. It will be no small consolation to her that Ino will have the same fate before long. She will be chased by Athamas from the top of Cithaeron down the ridge which runs into the sea, and there plunge in with her son in her arms. But her we must rescue, to please Dionysus; Ino was his nurse and suckled him, you know. _Amph_. Rescue a wicked creature like her? _Pos_. Well, we do not want to disoblige Dionysus. _Nereid_. I wonder what made the poor child fall off the ram; her brother Phrixus held on all right. _Pos_. Of course he did; a lusty youth equal to the flight; but it was all too strange for her; sitting on that queer mount, looking down on yawning space, terrified, overpowered by the heat, giddy with the speed, she lost her hold on the ram's horns, and down she came into the sea. _Nereid_. Surely her mother Nephele should have broken her fall. _Pos_. I dare say; but Fate is a great deal too strong for Nephele. H. X _Iris. Posidon_ _Ir_. Posidon: you know that floating island, that was torn away from Sicily, and is still drifting about under water; you are to bring it to the surface, Zeus says, and fix it well in view in the middle of the Aegean; and mind it is properly secured; he has a use for it. _Pos_. Very good. And when I have got it up, and anchored it, what is he going to do with it? _Ir_. Leto is to lie in there; her time is near. _Pos_. And is there no room in Heaven? Or is Earth too small to hold her children?