why so tardy?” cries Iapis, himself the first to stir up 30
the martial spirit. “No human aid has done this, no
power of leech-craft; it is not my hand, Æneas, that
restores you; a mightier power than man’s is at work,
sending you back to mightier deeds.” The chief, greedy
for the fight, has cased his legs in gold, chafing at delay 35
and brandishing his spear. Soon as the shield is fitted
to his side, the cuirass to his back, he clasps Ascanius to
his mailed breast, and kissing his lips through the helmet
addresses him thus: “Learn valour from me, my son,