arms that Eryx, your brother, once wielded; you see on
them still the stains of blood and sprinkled brains. With
these he stood up against the great Alcides. These I 10
was trained to use while fresher blood inspired me with
strength, and the snows of age, my jealous rival, were not
yet sprinkled on my brows. But if Dares the Trojan
refuses our Sicilian weapons, and that is good Æneas’ fixed
wish, approved by Acestes, my backer in the fight, make 15
we the contest even. I spare you the bull-hides of Eryx—never
fear—and do you put off your Trojan gauntlets.”