web with threads of gold. Instantly he assails him:—“And
are you at a time like this laying the foundations of 15
stately Carthage, and building, like a fond husband, your
wife’s goodly city, forgetting, alas! your own kingdom
and the cares that should be yours? It is no less than the
ruler of the gods who sends me down to you from his
bright Olympus—he whose nod sways heaven and earth; 20
it is he that bids me carry his commands through the flying
air. What are you building? what do you look to in
squandering your leisure in Libyan land? If you are fired