But instead of a delicious odour, a noxious vapour arose from it, and enveloped her like a cloud, and she fell down insensible. […] Acteon did not know he had entered a consecrated grove, and he fell asleep there, through weariness. […] But envy not his happiness; his enjoyments are of short duration, for the fell Tisiphone shall drive him to madness and destruction.” […] Every drop of blood which fell from it was turned into a snake. […] When this fatal arrest fell upon them, the sons of Amphion were engaged in occupations proper to their years: in athletic exercises and youthful sports; in running, and wrestling, and in managing the horse — but, without warning, they fell, struck by the fatal arrows.