The crowd is tremendous, and they find it very hard to advance.

Sometimes there are horses in the way, sometimes wagons, occasionally a legion of cavalry.

We know all this, because we hear the chatter of the women as they make their way through the press.
"Give me your hand, and you, Eunoe, catch hold of Eutychis,--for fear lest you get lost....

Here come the kings on horses! My dear man, don't trample on me.

Eunoe, you fool-hardy girl, will you never keep out of the way?
Oh! How tiresome, Gorgo, my muslin veil is torn in two already....