262At once the doors are torn off and the black house is laid open, and the stolen cattle and the plunder he had forsworn are shown to the sky, and the shapeless carcass is dragged out by the feet. 265Hearts cannot be satisfied with gazing at the terrible eyes, the face and the chest of the half-beast, shaggy with bristles, and the fires quenched in his throat. 268From that time this honour has been celebrated, and joyful descendants have kept the day, and first Potitius, its founder, and the house of the Pinarii, guardian of the rite of Hercules. 271He set up this altar in the grove, which will always be called the Greatest by us, and which will always be greatest.
273Therefore come, young men, in honour of such great glories bind your hair with leaves and hold out cups in your right hands, and call on the god we share, and give wine with willing hearts.' 276He had spoken, when the two-coloured poplar veiled his hair with Herculean shade and hung down entwined with leaves, and the sacred goblet filled his right hand. 278Quickly all joyfully pour libations on the table and pray to the gods.