deal his blows in combat, stringing his arms with the tough
hide. Every heart was amazed, so vast were the seven
huge bull-hides, hardened with patches of lead and iron.
More than all the rest Dares is astonished, and recoils
many paces; and the hero himself, Anchises’ son, stands
turning in his hands the massive weight and the enormous
wrappers of twisted thong. Then the old man fetched
from his heart words like these:—“What if any one here 5
had seen those mightier weapons, Hercules’ own gauntlets,
and the fatal combat on this very strand? These are the