Iasôn putting on his sandal. […] After his death he was deified by his grateful subjects. […] This probably refers to his art in mutilating his sire. […] She flies, he pursues ; in vain he exhausts his eloquence, magnifying his rank, his power, his possessions ; the nymph but urges her speed the more. […] Alpheios resumed his aqueous form, and sought to mingle his waters with hers.