ne tamen extremo frustra morientis honori affuerit, venit in medios caligine furva saepta globos, primumque leves furata sagittas audacis tergo pueri caelestibus implet goryton telis, quorum sine sanguine nullum decidit; ambrosio tunc spargit membra liquore, spargit equum, ne quo violetur vulnere corpus ante necem, cantusque sacros et conscia miscet murmura, secretis quae Colchidas ipsa sub antris nocte docet monstratque feras quaerentibus herbas.
But lest she attend in vain the final honour of the dying youth, she goes into the midst of the fighting men guarded by a dark mist. First she steals the light arrows from the bold lads back and fills his quiver with celestial shafts, none of which falls bloodless. Then she sprinkles his limbs with ambrosial liquor, his horse too, so that his body be not harmed by any wound before his death, mingling sacred chants and privy murmurings, which she herself teaches Colchian women by night in secret caverns and shows baneful herbs to their searching.
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