The birds fall with weary wing into the water, having found no land for a resting-place. […] Pyramus, having been delayed, now approached the place of meeting. […] So, having resisted as long as he could, Phœbus at last led the way to where stood the lofty chariot. […] After having disobeyed my mother’s commands and made you my wife, will you think me a monster and cut off my head? […] Or I should say I once could do so; but now I have but one horn, having lost one.”