The nymph (it seems) was taken as she flew, Where the great Aethiop river meets the brine:
The net was treasured in Canopus, through Successive ages, in Anubis' shrine.
After three thousand years, Caligorant drew The sacred relict from the palace divine:
Whence with the net the impious thief returned, Who robbed the temple and the city burned, LIX
He fixed it here, beneath the sandy plain, In mode, that all the travellers whom he chased Ran into it, and the engine was with pain Touched, ere it arms, and feet, and neck embraced.
From this the good Astolpho took a chain, And with the gyve his hands behind him laced:
His arms and breast he swaddled in such guise, He could not loose himself; then let him rise.