fter that, as she was leaving, Pallas
sprinkled Arachne with a potion made
from Hecate’s herbs. Touched by this harsh drug,

her hair fell out at once, her nose and ears
were also gone, her head grew very small,
her whole form shrivelled to a tiny shape,
her slender fingers stuck to her sides as legs,
and the rest of her was belly. And yet,
she sent out a fibre from that belly
and, as a spider, continued weaving,

the way she used to do in earlier days.              

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Ovid, The Metamoprhoses, Book six