She readily consented to stay at home, while Tereus went to fetch Philomela. […] My good Zanthea, the faithful maiden whom I so tenderly love, shall be a daughter to you while I am gone. […] “Allow us, friend,” said Jupiter to the man, “to rest ourselves a while at your hearth.” […] After a while she ceased, and lay down on the grass to rest. […] Bacchus, while he was a boy, lived in the isle of Naxos, and was stolen from there by some pirates.