He longed to cry out, “I am Actæon; recognize your master!” […] Let these infants move your pity, who stretch out their little arms as if to plead for me;’ and the children, as it happened, were stretching out their arms. […] Some of them had a hundred arms, others breathed out fire. […] I stretched out my hands to seize him and detain him. […] She held out her hand with the fatal spoil.