Around him in a ring the best of Greece,
And in the midst the godlike chief himself,
From the close-fitting belt the shaft he drew,
With sharp return of pain; the sparkling belt
He loosen’d, and the doublet underneath,
And coat of mail, the work of Arm’rer’s hand.
But when the wound appeared in sight, where struck
The stinging arrow, from the clotted blood
He cleans’d it, and applied with skilful hand
The healing ointments, which, in friendly guise,