Then they put on him the skin of a wild ass and carried him up and down, jeering as the long ears flapped.

Vergilius, returning, removed the skin of the ass and loosed the fetters a little, and forbade the soldiers any further revenge.
"The skin of a leopard would become you better," said Vergilius to Antipater, as he unlashed the coat of shame.
The wrathful Jew, still cursing, tried to bite the friendly hand of his keeper.

"My noble prince," said Vergilius, "you flatter me; I am not good to eat." Those crowding near laughed loudly, but Vergilius hushed them and signalled to the trumpeter.

Then a call and a rush of horses into line.

The litter was lifted quickly and lashed upon the backs of two chargers.