1Where are Periphetes, and Sinis, and Sciron, and all whom I have slain?
2Think of such a fellow as he hurling old Sciron from the cliffs!
3And Sciron cried panting, "Loose me, and I will let thee pass."
4And there he saw Sciron sitting by a fountain, at the edge of the cliff.
5And Sciron leapt to his feet, and answered-
6Then Sciron, white with fear, washed his feet.
7Then Sciron, black with rage, tried to grapple with him; but Theseus was too quick for that.
8(18) Of course, ever since the decease of Sinis, and Sciron, and Procrustes, (19) foreign travellers have had an easy time of it.