The lovely song of the fair lady ended; and it sounded to the ears of Ameto as the song of the son of Atlas sounded to the ears of Argus; 1 and already feeling the third fire, 2 Ameto took his eyes from her angelic face, and he sighed and said in a low voice: “Oh Inache, 3 it would be less of a feat and much easier for you (though all things are equally possible to you) to have me change into Ibrida and Ibrida to Ameto than it was to render the female Iphis a male to her pregnant mother. 4 Oh how much this would please me, and how many devout prayers I would offer you, if I had any hope of such grace.”