Canto LXVII. The Breaking Of The Bow. Then spoke again the great recluse: “This mighty bow,O King,produce.” King Janak,at the saint's request, This order to his train addressed: “Let the great bow be hither borne, Which flowery wreaths and scents adorn.” Soon as the monarch's words were said, His servants to the city sped, Five thousand youths in number,all Of manly strength and stature tall, The ponderous eight-wheeled chest that held The heavenly bow,with toil propelled. At length they brought that iron chest, And thus the godlike king addressed: “This best of bows,O lord,we bring, Respected by each chief and