with it on his breast, used to drive the Trojans in flight
before him. The third present he makes a pair of brazen
cauldrons, and two cups of wrought silver, rough with
fretwork.
And now all had received their presents, and each, glorying
in his treasure, was walking along with purple festooning 5
round his brows, when Sergestus, at last with great pain
dislodged from the cruel rock, his oars lost and one whole
side crippled, was seen propelling among jeers his inglorious
vessel. Like as a serpent surprised on the highway,