ALC. Such confidence indeed I have, nothing else.
IOL. And Jove, I well know, cares for your toils.
ALC. Alas! Jupiter shall never be reproached by me, but he himself knows whether he is just toward me.
SERV. You see now this panoply of arms; but you can not make too much haste[[22]] in arraying your body in them, as the contest is at hand, and, above all things, Mars hates those who delay; but if you fear the weight of arms, now then go forth unarmed,[[23]] and in the ranks be clad with this equipment, and I will carry it so far.
IOL. Thou hast said well; but bring the arms, having them close at hand, and put a spear in my hand, and support my left arm guiding my foot.
SERV. Is it right to lead a warrior like a child?
IOL. One must go safely for the sake of the omen.
SERV. Would you were able to do as much as you are willing.
IOL. Make haste, I shall suffer sadly if too late for the battle.
SERV. It is you who delay, and not I, seeming to do something.