Came too from old Marruvia’s realm, An olive-garland round his helm, Bold Umbro, priest at once and knight, By king Archippus sent to fight; Who baleful serpents knew to steep 15 By hand and voice in charmed sleep, Soothed their fierce wrath with subtlest skill, And from their bite drew off the ill. But ah! his medicines could not heal The death-wound dealt by Dardan steel; 20 His slumberous charms availed him nought, Nor herbs on Marsian mountains sought And cropped with magic shears; For thee Anguitia’s woody cave, For thee the glassy Fucine wave, 25 For thee the lake shed tears. From green Aricia, bent on fame, Hippolytus’ fair offspring came, In lone Egeria’s forest reared, Where Dian’s shrine is loved and feared. 30 For lost Hippolytus,’tis said, By cruel stepdame’s cunning dead, Dragged by his frightened steeds, to sate His angry sire’s vindictive hate, Was called once more to realms above, 35 By Pæon’s skill and Dian’s love. Then Jove incensed that man should rise From darkness to the upper skies, The leech that wrought such healing hurled With lightening down to Pluto’s world. 40 But Trivia kind her favourite hides And to Egeria’s care confides, To live in woods obscure and lone, And lose in Virbius’ name his own. ’Tis thence e’en now from Trivia’s shrine 5 The horn-hoofed steeds are chased, Since, scared by monsters of the brine, The chariot and the youth divine They tumbled on the waste, Yet ne’ertheless with horse and car 10 His dauntless son essays the war.