Wednesday, August 28, 2013

book 3, lines 175-185 (Amy) - 8/28

As soon as he entered the cave [which was] dripping from the fountain, as they were the naked nymphs, at the sight of a man, beat their breasts and filled all the forest with unexpected cries, and protected the body of Diana with their own; however, the goddess herself is higher than those, and head and neck overtop as far as all. The face of Diana, seen there, without clothes, was the color of the clouds stained by the hits of opposing sun or the dark red of dawn (Aurora).

III. 138-154

The first case of grief to you, Cadmus, among so many favorable things, was your grandson, and the strange horns attached to his forehead, and you, the dogs satiated with the blood of their master. But if you rightly inquire, you will discover the fault of fortune in him, not crime; for which crime had error?
The mountain was dyed with the slaughter of various wild beasts, and midday had already collected shadows of things and the sun was equally distant from both boundaries, and when the young Hyantius speaks to the companions of his work, wandering through the devious forest, with kind words: "The nets and iron are wet, friends, with the blood of beasts, and the day has had enough fortune; Aurora will restore another day with her golden wheels (chariot) having been ridden, and we shall recall our proposed work: now Phoebus is also equally distant from both boundaries, and divides the plowed lands with his heat. Stop your present and carry away the knotted rope." The men obey his commands and pause their work.

148 - 162 (Caitlyn)

"Both nets and spears drip, friends, with quarry's blood,
and the day has given us luck enough; again light
will return with the crimson chariot of Aurora,
and we will repeat the proposed work: now Phoebus partway
has come and breaks the fields themselves with his burning arrows.
Stop your work at once and carry home the well-formed nets!"
The men obeyed his order and paused their labor.
There was a vale grown dense with pine and sharp cypress,
named Gargaphie, the sacred haven of Diana,
where in the furthest part there was a shady recessed cave
formed by no art: but similar to art
was the genius of Nature herself; here from living rock
and light tufa she had created a natural arch;
a fountain sounded on the right holding sparkling waves,
on one side widening to a pool hemmed by grassy banks.