Casmilla was her mother; but he drowned
One hissing letter in a softer sound,
And called Camilla. Through the woods he flies;
Wrapped in his robe the royal infant lies.
His foes in sight, he mends his weary pace;
With shouts and clamours they pursue the chase.
}
{ The banks of Amasene at length he gains:
{ The raging flood his farther flight restrains,
{ Raised o'er the borders with unusual rains.