“Hail, Pluto, mighty King!” re-echoing
The song of triumph to the utmost bounds
Of the dread region, in concordant sounds.
The multitude manœuvred, gather’d in,
And form’d an ambient circle; where, within,
His Majesty appointed his descent.
The vassals, marshall’d, to the rearward went.
So that the inner ring contain’d the great,—
Such as th’ renownèd Minos, magistrate,
Androgeüs, his son; then, great in name,