"Nay," said he, "neither love of fame nor glory holds aloof Beaten by fear, but cold I grow with eld that holdeth back. My blood is dull, my might gone dry with all my body's lack. Ah, had I that which once I had, that which the rascal there Trusts in with idle triumphing, the days of youth the dear, Then had I come into the fight by no gift-giving led, No goodly steer: nought heed I gifts." 400 And with the last word said, His fighting gloves of fearful weight amidst of them he cast, Wherewith the eager Eryx' hands amid the play had passed Full oft; with hardened hide of them his arms he used to bind. Men's hearts were mazed; such seven bull-hides each other in them lined, So stiff they were with lead sewn in and iron laid thereby; And chief of all was Dares mazed, and drew back utterly. But the great-souled Anchises' seed that weight of gauntlets weighed, And here and there he turned about their mighty folds o'erlaid. Then drew the elder from his breast words that were like to these: "Ah, had ye seen the gloves that armed the very Hercules, 410 And that sad battle foughten out upon this country shore! For these are arms indeed that erst thy kinsmen Eryx bore: Lo, ye may see them even now flecked with the blood and brain. With these Alcides he withstood; with these I too was fain Of war, while mightier blood gave might, nor envious eld as yet On either temple of my head the hoary hairs had set. But if this Dares out of Troy refuse our weapons still, And good Æneas doom it so, and so Acestes will, My fight-lord; make the weapons like: these gloves of Eryx here I take aback: be not afraid, but doff thy Trojan gear." 420