his father Daunus, and tempered it glowing in the Stygian
wave. Lastly, the spear which was standing in the
palace-hall, propped by a mighty column, the spoil of
Auruncan Actor, he seizes forcefully, sturdy as it is, 35
and shakes till it quivers, crying aloud: “Now, my good
spear, that hast never failed my call, now is the time;
once wast thou swayed by giant Actor, now by Turnus:
grant that I may lay low the emasculate Phrygian, strip
and rend his hauberk by strength of hand, and soil in the
dust those ringlets curled with hot iron and moist with