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The Chief, before the Games were wholly done,
Call'd Periphantes, Tutor to his Son; 715
And whisper'd thus; with speed Ascanius find,
And if his Childish Troop be ready join'd,
On Horse-back let him grace his Grandsire's Day;
And lead his Equals arm'd, in just Array.
He said, and calling out, the Cirque he clears: 720
The Crowd withdrawn, an open Plain appears.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$And now the Noble Youths, of Form Divine,
Advance before their Fathers, in a Line:
The Riders grace the Steeds; the Steeds with Glory shine.
Thus marching on, in Military Pride, 725
Shouts of Applause resound from side to side.
Their Casques, adorn'd with Lawrel Wreaths, they wear,
Each brandishing aloft a Cornel Spear.
Some at their Backs their gilded Quivers bore;
Their Chains of burnish'd Gold hung down before. 730
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Three graceful Troops they form'd upon the Green;
Three graceful Leaders at their Head were seen;
Twelve follow'd ev'ry Chief, and left a Space between.
The first young Priam led; a lovely Boy,
Whose Grandsire was th' unhappy King of Troy: 735
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$His Race in after times was known to Fame,
New Honours adding to the Latian Name;
And well the Royal Boy his Thracian Steed became.
White were the Fetlocks of his Feet before;
And on his Front a snowy Star he bore: 740