with speed put their shoulder to the work, sharing it in
equal parts. Copper flows in streams and golden ore, and
steel, that knows how to wound, is molten in the huge
furnace. They set up in outline a mighty shield, itself 10
singly matched against all the Latian weapons, and tangle
together seven plates, circle and circle. Some with their
gasping bellows are taking in and giving out the wind;
others are dipping the hissing copper in the lake. The
cave groans under the anvil’s weight. They, one with 15
another, with all a giant’s strength, are lifting their arms