And straightway he told the wretched calamity while his heart laboured with his panting breath.
(ll.

1257-1260) "My poor friend, I shall be the first to bring thee tidings of bitter woe.

Hylas has gone to the well and has not returned safe, but robbers have attacked and are carrying him off, or beasts are tearing him to pieces; I heard his cry." (ll.

1261-1272) Thus he spake; and when Heracles heard his words, sweat in abundance poured down from his temples and the black blood boiled beneath his heart.

And in wrath he hurled the pine to the ground and hurried along the path whither his feet bore on his impetuous soul.