Atque hic, Elysio tendentem limite cernens effigiem iuvenis, caste cui vitta ligabat purpurea effusos per colla nitentia crines, die, ait, hic quinam, virgo? nam luce refulget praecipua frons sacra viro, multaeque secuntur mirantes animae et laeto clamore frequentant.
And now Scipio saw a figured moving along the Elysian path, whose hair rippled over his shining shoulders and was duly confined by a purple fillet. Say who is this, Maiden, he asked; for his sacred brow shines with a light beyond compare, and many souls follow him and escort him with cries of wonder and delight.
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