Now briefly will I show What means our purpose shall achieve, and how.
Soon as to-morrow's rising sun is seen, And Titan's rays unveil the world below, Forth ride AEneas and the love-sick Queen, With followers to the chase, to scour the woodland green.
XVI.

"While busy beaters round the lawns prepare Their feathered nets, thick sleet-storms will I shower And rend all heaven with thunder.

Here and there The rest shall fly, and in the darkness cower.
One cave shall screen both lovers in that hour.
There will I be, if thou approve, meanwhile And make her his in wedlock.

Hymen's power Shall seal the rite."-- Not adverse, with a smile Sweet Venus nods assent, and gladdens at the guile.
XVII.

Meanwhile Aurora o'er the deep appears.
At daybreak, issuing from the gates is seen A chosen train, with nets and steel-tipt spears And wide-meshed toils; and sleuth-hounds, staunch and keen, Mixed with Massylian riders, scour the green.
Each on his charger, by the doorway sit The princes, waiting for the lingering Queen.
Her steed, with gold and purple housings fit, Impatient paws the ground, and champs the foaming bit.
XVIII.