Then once more comes deep grief to their hearts, when he comrades sat in their places and no lion's hide was there to see, but the empty seat upon that mighty thwart. Loyal Aeacides weeps, the heart of Philoctetes is sad, brother Pollux with his dear Castor makes lament. The ship is flying fast, and still all cry "Hercules," all cry "Hylas," but the names are lost in the middle of the sea.
Hic vero ingenti repetuntur pectora luctu,
ut socii sedere locis nullaeque leonis
exuviae tantique vacant vestigia transtri.
flet pius Aeacides, maerent Poeantia corda,
ingemit et dulci frater cum Castore Pollux.
omnis adhuc vocat Alciden fugiente carina,
omnis Hylan, medio pereunt iam nomina ponto.
ut socii sedere locis nullaeque leonis
exuviae tantique vacant vestigia transtri.
flet pius Aeacides, maerent Poeantia corda,
ingemit et dulci frater cum Castore Pollux.
omnis adhuc vocat Alciden fugiente carina,
omnis Hylan, medio pereunt iam nomina ponto.
Original text (Latin)