As soon as he touched the huts with his winged heels, he catches sight of Aeneas laying the foundations of citadels and building houses. And his sword was starred with yellow jasper and the cloak hanging down from his shoulders was blazing with Tyrian purple, gifts which wealthy Dido had made, and had separated the web(s) with a thin(strand) of gold. (OR- had separated the textiles with a fine gold thread).
At once he addressed/attacked him, "Are you now establishing the foundations of lofty Carthage and under a wife's control, are you building a beautiful city? Alas, forgetful- (vocative case) of your kingdom and your affairs! The ruler of the gods himself, who turns heaven and earth with his divine power sends me down from bright/famous Olympus to you, he himself orders (me) to bring these comands through the swift breezes: what are you planning? Or with what hope do you waste idleness in Libyan lands? If no glory of great things moves you (and you do not undertake the task yourself for your own glory) have regard for growing Ascanius and the hopes of your heir Iulus, to whom the kingdom of Italy and Roman land are due/destined." With such words the Cyllenian spoke and in the midst of his speech he left mortal sight and vanished from sight/the eyes far away into thin air.
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