javelins, his head shining with brass and shaggy with
horse-hair crest. So he bounded into the midst—his
heart glowing at once with mighty shame, madness and
agony commingled. Then with a loud voice he thrice 5
called on Æneas: aye, and Æneas knew it, and prays in
ecstasy: “May the great father of the gods, may royal
Apollo grant that you come to the encounter!” So
much said, he marches to meet him with brandished spear.
The other replies: “Why terrify me, fellest of foes, now 10
you have robbed me of my son? this was the only way by