Note (return) — BOOK THE TWENTY-FIRST.
Theodore Alois Buckley translation · Edition 4
She spoke, and with her left hand seized both her (Diana’s) hands at the wrist, and with her right plucked the bow 688 from her shoulders. Smiling, she beat her about the ears with it, while she writhed herself; and the fleet arrows fell out [of her quiver, as she moved]. Then the goddess fled, weeping, like a dove which flies from a hawk to a hollow rock, her hiding-place, (for neither was it fated that she should be taken by it;) so she fled, weeping, and left her arrows there.