no one of all that company dares to confront such a champion,
and draw on the gauntlets. So, with confident
action, thinking that all were retiring from the prize, he
stands before Æneas, and without further prelude grasps
with his left hand the bull by the horn, and bespeaks him 10
thus:—“Goddess-born, if no one dares to take the risk
of the fight, how long are we to stand still? How long is
it seemly to keep me waiting? Give the word for me to
carry off the prize.” A simultaneous shout broke from
the sons of Dardanus, all voting that their champion should 15