wonders brook not man’s delay. See here! four 30
altars to Neptune. The god himself gives us the fire and
the will.”
So saying, she is the first to snatch the baleful brand—swinging
back her hand on high; with strong effort she
whirls and flings it. The dames of Ilion gaze with straining 35
mind and wildered brain. Then one of the crowd, the
eldest of all, Pyrgo, the royal nurse of Priam’s many sons:
“No Beroe have you here, matrons—this is not Doryclus’
wife, of Rhoeteum—mark those signs of heavenly