382When someone or other from the Lycian race had thus told of the men's destruction, another recalls the satyr whom Latona's son defeated on the Tritonian reed and visited with punishment. 385'Why are you tearing me from myself?' 385he says; 'Ah, I repent! Ah,' he cried, 'a pipe is not worth so much!' 387As he cries out, the skin is torn off over the surface of his limbs, and he was nothing but a wound; 388blood flows everywhere, the sinews lie open and exposed, and the trembling veins pulse without any skin; 390you could count the throbbing vitals and the fibres shining through in his breast. 392Him the country-dwellers, deities of the woods, the fauns, and his brother satyrs, and Olympus, dear to him even then, and the nymphs wept, and whoever grazed woolly flocks and horned herds on those mountains.
396The fertile earth grew wet, and, soaked, took in the falling tears and drank them deep into her veins; 398when she had made them water, she sent them out into the open air. 399From there, seeking the swift sea between sloping banks, it bears the name Marsyas, clearest river of Phrygia. 401With such tales the crowd returns at once to the present and mourns Amphion, destroyed with his offspring. 403The mother is hated. 403Even then, it is said, Pelops alone wept for her, and, after he drew his robe down from his breast, showed the ivory on his left shoulder. 406This shoulder at the time of his birth had been of one colour with the right, and of flesh: soon, they say, the gods joined together his limbs, cut up by his father's hands; 408and when the others had been found, the place which lies between the throat and the top of the upper arm was missing.
410Ivory was put in to serve for the part that could not be found, and by that deed Pelops was made whole.