Excipit orsa Dymas: per ego haec vaga sidera iuro, per ducis errantes instar mihi numinis umbras, idem animus misero; comitem circumspicit olim mens humilis luctu, sed nunc prior ibo'viamque incohat et maesto conversus ad aethera vultu sic ait: arcanae moderatrix Cynthia noctis, si te tergeminis perhibent variare figuris numen et in silvas alio descendere vultu, ille comes nuper nemorumque insignis alumnus, ille tuus, Diana, puer (nunc respice saltem) quaeritur.
Dymas takes him up: I swear by these wandering stars, by the shade of my leader, godlike to me, my mind, alas, is as yours. In the dejection of my grief I have long sought a companion; but now I shall go first, and he leads the way. His sad face turned to heaven, he speaks: Cynthia, arbiter of secret night, if they say you vary your godhead in triple form  and come down to the woods with a different countenance, it is your late companion that we seek, the peerless nursling of the forests, your own boy, Diana; at least look upon us now.
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