Into a state of tremulous concern,
And took themselves to flight, each one their way,
To write their records of the dismal day.
Now, Proserpine,[150] she, Pluto’s august queen,
Was present to augment the novel scene:
(No goddess, Pluto—though his power was great—
Could e’er induce to share his vast estate;
He, vex’d, enraged, deformed, despised, went forth,
Stole Proserpine, and sunk into the earth;
Which deed, great consternation then provoked