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I’ the suite and escort of the Captain show’d of the dye murex—Tyre’s surpassing tint— the various shades that joy’d men’s eyne, and mode of dress devis’d with fashion different: Such was th’ enamel, and as bright it glow’d with cunning colours in quaint mixture blent, as though her rutilant bow had rear’d in air the Maid of Thaumas, fairest of the fair.