And eying with affright the horse-hair plume
That grimly nodded from the lofty crest.
At this both parents in their fondness laughed,
And hastily the mighty Hector took
The helmet from his brow, and laid it down
Gleaming upon the ground; and, having kissed
His darling son and tossed him up in play,
Prayed thus to Jove, and all the gods of heaven:—
‘O Jupiter and all ye deities,
Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become