hurry along, and a force of keen-scented hounds.
There are the Punic princes, waiting for the queen, who
still lingers in her chamber; there stands her palfrey,
conspicuous in purple and gold, fiercely champing the
foaming bit. At length she comes forth, with a mighty 20
train attending, a Tyrian scarf round her, itself surrounded
by an embroidered border; her quiver of gold, her hair
knotted up with gold, her purple robe fastened with a
golden clasp. The Phrygian train, too, are in motion,
and Iulus, all exultation. Æneas himself, comely beyond 25