For some time Rhea pleaded with him, but at last pretended to yield to his commands. […] Hyacinthus was already beyond aid, and in a few seconds breathed his last in his friend’s arms. […] — but one last And sad ‘Farewell!’ […] The last clung convulsively to her mother’s breast; but, even in that fond mother’s passionate embrace, death found and claimed her. […] His devotion at last induced her to forget her recreant lover, and, after a short courtship, Bacchus won her as a bride.