Either let the earth open and swallow me, or change this form of mine so that Apollo will not love me.” […] In vain the old king tried to make him change his mind, the brave prince vowed that he would either free Athens of this unbearable yoke, or else die in the struggle. […] But Glaucus answered, “Sooner shall seaweed grow on the mountain tops and trees in the ocean, than my love for Scylla change while she is alive.” […] Scarcely had Scylla stepped into the water when her legs began to change their shape; and at last she screamed aloud in terror, for where her limbs had been, there were now six horrible, loudmouthed, fierce-looking dogs. […] He prayed that Venus, the great goddess of love, would take pity on him; and since he could never care for any other woman, that she who could work such wonders would change his marble statue into a real, living maiden.