namque uritur alto corde quod innumeri comites, quod regia cassis instratusque ostro sonipes, quod fulva metallo parma micet, quamquam haud armis inhonorus et ipse nec palla vulgare nitens: opus ipsa novarat Maeoniis Argia modis ac pollice docto stamina purpureae sociaverat aurea telae.
For in the depth of his heart he chafes at the others countless retinue, his regal helmet and purple-covered horse, his shield flashing with gold, even though himself well-accoutred, shining in no common cloak; Argia herself had fashioned it Maeonian fashion, wedding golden thread to purple cloth with skilful thumb.
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