Now she had the dignity of a wild deer in the barrens.

With one hand she felt her jewelled hair, with the other she beckoned to him.

The young men approached her.
"Children of Aeneas, I give you welcome," said she.

Then turning to Vergilius: "Did Manius tell you that I bade him bring you here ?" "I knew not I was so honored." "He is jealous.

He will not permit me to embrace my little page.