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Come the third night, thou shalt straightway remark that the Bear-Ward(1) has thrust forth both his feet. Among the Hamadryads(2) in the train of the archeress Diana one of the sacred band was Callisto. Laying her hand on the bow of the goddess, "Thou bow," quoth she, " which thus I touch, bear witness to my virginity." Cynthia approved the vow, and said, "Keep but thy plighted troth(3) and thou shalt be the foremost of my company." Her troth she would have kept if she had not been fair. With mortals she was on her guard; it was with Jove she sinned. Of wild beasts in the forest Phoebe(4) had chased full many a score, and home she was returning at noon or after noon. No sooner had she reached the grove- the grove where the thick holm-oaks cast a gloom and in the midst a deep fountain of cool water rose- than the goddess spake: "Here in the wood," quoth she, "let's bath, thou maid of Arcady(5)." At the false name of maid the other blushed. The goddess spoke to the nymphs as well, and they put off their robes. Callisto was ashamed and bashfully delayed. But when she doffed her tunic, too plainly, self-convicted, her big belly betrayed the weight she bore. To whom the goddess spake: "Daughter of Lycaon(6) forsworn, forsake the company of maids and defile not the pure waters." Ten times(7) the horned moon had filled her orb afresh, when she who had been thought a maid was proved a mother. The injured Juno raged and changed the damsel's shape. Why so? Against her will Jove ravished her. And when in the leman(8) she beheld the ugly features of the brute, quote Juno, "Let Jupiter now court her embraces." But she, who of late had been beloved by highest Jove, now roamed, a shaggy she-bear, the mountains wild. The child she had conceived in sin was now in his third lustre(9) when his mother met him. She indeed, as if she knew him, stood distraught and growled; a growl was all the mother's speech. Her the stripling with his sharp javelin would have pierced, but that they both were caught up into the mansions on high. As constellations they sparkle beside each other. First comes what we call the Bear; the Bear-Ward seems to follow at her back. Still Saturn's daughter(10) frets and begs grey Tethys(11) never to touch and wash with her waters the Bear of Maenalus(12).
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