"Whereas she him with pleasure should descry, She, seeing him, but suffers grief and pain.
She sees him thither but arrived to die, Who cannot hinder her from being slain.
` "Twas no small joy 'mid all the woes, that.'
To him exclaimed Lucina, 'here sustain.
That thou wert not among us found to-day, When hither I was brought, the monster's prey.
