Lychas is thrown into the Euboean Sea by his angry master, and is changed into a rock by the compassion of the gods.
The hero said; and, with the torture stung, Furious o’er Oete’s lofty hills he sprung. Stuck with the shaft, thus scours the tiger round, And seeks the flying author of his wound. Now might you see him trembling, now he vents His anguish’d soul in groans, and loud laments; He strives to tear the clinging vest in vain, And with uprooted forests strows the plain; Now kindling into rage, his hands he rears, And to his kindred gods directs his prayers. When Lychas, lo, he spies; who trembling flew, And in a hollow rock conceal’d from view, Had shunn’d his wrath. Now grief renew’d his pain, His madness chafed, and thus he raves again: