Adrastus, Parthenopæus; here greet
Æneas friends from Ilium, whose doom
Himself had witnessed, wept for, at the tomb;
And now re-wept, beholding each a Shade,
Though, like Idæus, in bright armour clad,
And charioteering.
On left and right,
Not with one look content, they throng; delight
To find pretexts to keep him, walk beside;
Question why he came, and how long might bide.