Thy Orient steeds come panting into sight.
Rise, Apollo, Rise!
Send forth thy healing rays to greet the world,
Upon the lands thy blessed radiance streaming;
Arise, and fling afar, in splendor gleaming,
The banners of thy golden light unfurled.
Enter Æneas and Achates, on their way into the city, evidently attracted hither by the singing. Æneas is resplendent in full armor. Achates wears the Phrygian costume: long trousers of brown, a tunic of deep old blue, ornate with embroidered patterns in gold and purple thread; over this a traveling cloak of brown. He carries two spears. The maidens withdraw and as their voices grow fainter Æneas and Achates kneel before the altar. The light brightens. A bugle call in the distance rouses them from their devotion. They arise. Enter Venus, dressed as a huntress.
Venus (Æneid, I. 321-324):
I crave your grace, good sirs. If my attendant maids
Have chanced to wander hither, quiver-girt, and clad