to the camp, all bleeding, and staying his halting steps
by the help of a spear. There he frets and struggles to
pull out the broken shaft, and calls for help the readiest 30
way, bidding them enlarge the wound with a broad sword,
cut the weapon’s lodgment to the bottom, and send him
to combat again. And now at his side was Iapis, son of
Iasus, dearest of mankind to Phœbus, he to whom the
god in his passionate fondness would fain have given his 35
own function, his own hand’s cunning, the augur’s insight,
the lyre, the weapons of archery; but he, wishing