All this with wond’ring eyes Aeneas view’d; Each varying object his delight renew’d: Eager to read the rest— Achates came, And by his side the mad divining dame, The priestess of the god, Deiphobe her name.
At this, a flood of tears Lavinia shed; A crimson blush her beauteous face o’erspread, Varying her cheeks by turns with white and red.
Vary thy shape in thousand forms, and dare What skill and courage can attempt in war; Wish for the wings of winds, to mount the sky; Or hid, within the hollow earth to lie!
Th’ unhappy queen with talk prolong’d the night, And drank large draughts of love with vast delight; Of Priam much enquir’d, of Hector more; Then ask’d what arms the swarthy Memnon wore, What troops he landed on the Trojan shore; The steeds of Diomede varied the discourse, And fierce Achilles, with his matchless force; At length, as fate and her ill stars requir’d, To hear the series of the war desir’d.
A painted quiver at her back she bore; Varied with spots, a lynx’s hide she wore; And at full cry pursued the tusky boar."