350And had she not gone off into the air with her winged serpents, she would not have been spared punishment. 351She flees on high, over shady Pelion, the home of Philyra's son, and over Othrys and the places known for the fate of old Cerambus. 354He, raised into the air on wings by the help of the nymphs, when the heavy earth was overwhelmed by the sea pouring in, escaped Deucalion's waters unoverwhelmed. 357She leaves on the left Aeolian Pitane, and the image of a long serpent made of stone, and the grove of Ida, where Liber hid a bullock, his son's theft, under the likeness of a false stag, and where the father of Corythus lies buried in a little sand, and the fields which Maera terrified with her strange barking, and the city of Eurypylus, where the matrons of Cos wore horns at the time when the band of Hercules was departing, and Phoebus' Rhodes, and the Telchines of Ialysus, whose eyes, spoiling everything by their very gaze, Jupiter hated and sank beneath his brother's waters.
368She passes too the walls of Carthaea on ancient Cea, where the father Alcidamas was to marvel that a peaceful dove could be born from his daughter's body. 371Then she sees the lakes of Hyrie and Cycnean Tempe, which a sudden swan made famous. 372For there Phyllius, at a boy's command, had handed over birds and a wild lion, tamed; 374ordered to conquer a bull too, he had conquered it, and, angry that his love was so often spurned, he was refusing the bull, the last of his prizes, to the boy as he demanded it. 377The boy, indignant, said, 'You will wish you had given it,' and leapt down from a high rock.
378All thought he had fallen: turned into a swan, he was hanging in the air on snowy wings. 380But his mother Hyrie, not knowing he was saved, melted away in weeping and made a lake named after herself. 382Next to these lies Pleuron, where on trembling wings Combe, daughter of Ophius, escaped the wounds of her sons. 384Then she looks upon the fields of Calaurea, sacred to Leto's daughter, which witnessed a king turned with his wife into a bird. 386On her right is Cyllene, where Menephron was to lie with his mother in the manner of savage beasts; far from there she looks back at Cephisus, lamenting the fate of his grandson, turned by Apollo into a bloated seal, and at the house of Eumelus, mourning his son in the air.
391At last on serpent wings she reached Ephyre of Pirene. 392Here, in the earliest age, the ancients spread the tale that mortal bodies sprang from rain-fed mushrooms. 394But after the new bride burned by the Colchian's poisons, and both seas saw the king's palace blazing, her impious sword is drenched in the blood of her sons, and, having taken a wicked revenge, the mother fled from Jason's arms. 398Carried off from here by Titanian dragons, she enters the citadel of Pallas, which saw you, most just Phene, and you, old Periphas, flying side by side, and the granddaughter of Polypemon supported on new wings. 402Aegeus receives her, to be condemned for this one deed; 403nor is hospitality enough: he joins her to himself in the bond of marriage too.