along the winding shore a mighty sound of weeping;
prolonged embraces make day and night move slow.
Even the matrons, even the weaklings, who so lately 20
shuddered at the look of the sea, and could not bear its
name, would now fain go and endure all the weariness of
the journey. Them the good Æneas cheers with words
of kindness, and tearfully commends them to Acestes, his
kinsman and theirs. Then he bids slay three calves to 25
Eryx, and a ewe-lamb to the weather gods, and in due
course has the cable cut, while he, his head wreathed with