Therewith the leech, unwitting, rinsed the wound, And the pain fled, and all the blood was stayed.
Out came the dart, and he again was sound.
"Arms! bring his arms! Why stand ye thus afraid ?" Iapis cries, and, foremost to upbraid, Inflames them to the fight.

"No hand of mine, No power of leech-craft, nor a mortal's aid This healing wrought; a greater power divine, AEneas, sends thee back, by greater deeds to shine." LVI.

He, hot for fight, the golden cuishes bound, And shook the spear, then put his corslet on, And strung the shield, and in his arms enwound, And gently through the helmet kissed his son.
"Learn, boy, of me, how gallant deeds are done, Fortune of others.

I will guard thee now, And lead to fame.

Let riper manhood con Thy kinsmen's deeds.