Volume 2 of this set will follow, and if you're interested in the prose, read on here. If you're interested in the artwork, you're already in the right place:
Taunting me, thus she spoke: 'Get thee gone from me!
Wouldst thou kiss me, thou—a neatherd?'
Sweet, meseems, is the whispering sound of yonder pine tree,
goatherd, that murmureth by the wells of water
She too came, the sweetly smiling Cypris, craftily smiling she came,
yet keeping her heavy anger
Ah, lovely Amaryllis, why no more, as of old,
dost thou glance through this cavern after me,
nor callest me, thy sweetheart, to thy side
Clearista, too, pelts the goatherd with apples
as he drives past his she-goats,
and a sweet word she murmurs
To hear this makes her jealous of me, by Paean,
and she wastes with pain, and springs madly from the sea
They all call thee a 'gipsy,' gracious Bombyca,
and 'lean,' and 'sunburnt,'
'tis only I that call thee 'honey-pale'
The nymphs all clung to his hand,
for love of the Argive lad had fluttered
the soft hearts of all of them
She caught up her robes, and forth she rushed, quicker than she came
Hiero, like the mighty men of old,
girds himself for fight,
and the horse-hair crest is shadowing his helmet
Then sang they all in harmony,
beating time with woven paces,
and the house rang round with the bridal song
Love stood on a pedestal of stone above the waters.
And lo, the statue leaped, and slew that cruel one
Then marvelled the king himself, and his son, the warlike Phyleus,
. . . when they beheld the exceeding strength
of the son of Amphitryon
Now Pentheus from a lofty cliff was watching all . . .
Autonoe first beheld him, . . .
and, rushing suddenly, with her feet dashed all confused
the mystic things of Bacchus the wild