As soon as she saw the ornaments, she took the gilded robe and
putit on, and set the golden crown about her golden ringlets,
exulting. In a moment she turned pale and reeled backwards,
trembling in every limb. Thinking it was a fit from Pan or some god
sent, she called a cry of prayer, till from her mouth she saw the
poison-bubble rising, her eyeballs rolling in their sockets. The
necklace of gold was sending forth a wondrous stream of ravening
flame, while the fine garment was preying on the luckless maiden’s
fair white flesh; and she rises from her seat in a blaze and seeks to fly,
and the flame, as she shook her locks, raged forth the more with
double fury. Then to the ground she sinks, from the crown of her
head blood and fire in mingled stream ran down; and from her bones
the flesh kept peeling off beneath the gnawing of those s…..

Why do you gaze and smile upon me so?
Steel thyself…