hundred mighty fanes the whole city through. The ways
were ringing with gladness and with games and with plausive
peal; in every temple thronged a matron company, 15
in every temple an altar blazed; in front of the altars
slaughtered bullocks strewed the floor. The hero himself,
throned on dazzling Phœbus’ snow-white threshold, is
telling over the offerings of all the nations and hanging
them up on the proud temple gates; there in long procession 20
move the conquered peoples, diverse in tongue, diverse
no less in garb and in armour. Here had Mulciber portrayed