καὶ νύ̆ κεν ἔνθ' ἀπόλοιτο ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν Αἰνείας:
εἰ μὴ ὰρ ὀξὺ νόησε Διὸς θυγάτηρ Ἀφροδίτη
μήτηρ: ἥ μιν ὑπ' Ἀγχίσῃ τέκε βουκολέοντι:
ἀμφὶ δὲ ὁν φίλον υἱὸν ἐχεύατο πήχεε λευκώ:
πρόσθε δέ οἱ: πέπλοιο φαεινοῦ πτύγ'μ' ἐκάλυψεν:
έρκος έμεν βελέων: μή τις Δαναῶν ταχυπώλων
χαλκὸν ἐνι στήθεσσι βαλὼν. ἐκ θυμὸν ἕλοιτο:
And now would the king of men, Aeneas, have perished, had not the daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite, been quick to mark, even his mother, that conceived him to Anchises as he tended his kine. About her dear son she flung her white arms, and before him she spread a fold of her bright garment to be a shelter against missiles, lest any of the Danaans with swift horses might hurl a spear of bronze into his breast and take away his life.
