So from her womb in painless birth outleaping
Iamus came. Grief-stricken on the ground
She left him. Came two bright-eyed serpents creeping
By the Gods’ counsel; softly coiling round
They fed him with the sweet dews of the bee.
But when the king from rocky Pytho riding
Came, he asked all his household eagerly:
“Where is the babe Evadne bare in hiding?
For fathered of Apollo’s self is he;