And Jupiter sent this messenger of his to wander over all the earth. […] Oh, how the wicked king chuckled over the success of his plot! […] Through it there flowed a restless river, dashing over rocks and scattering its spray, like fine mist, over all the trees on its banks. […] Then he quickly slipped the yoke over their heads. […] He threw himself on the ground beside the dead stag, kissed the soft forehead over and over again, and moaned aloud.