(ll. 115-117) So he said.  And mighty Heracles was glad in heart and smiled, for the other’s words pleased him well, and he answered him with winged words: 

(ll. 118-121) `O hero Iolaus, heaven-sprung, now is rough battle hard at hand.  But, as you have shown your skill at other-times, so now also wheel the great black-maned horse Arion about every way, and help me as you may be able.’

(ll. 122-138) So he said, and put upon his legs greaves of shining bronze, the splendid gift of Hephaestus.  Next he fastened about his breast a fine golden breast-plate, curiously wrought, which Pallas Athene the daughter of Zeus had given him when first he was about to set out upon his grievous labours.  Over his shoulders the fierce warrior put the steel that saves men from doom, and across his breast he slung behind him a hollow quiver.  Within it were many chilling arrows, dealers of death which makes speech forgotten:  in front they had death, and trickled with tears; their shafts were smooth and very long; and their butts were covered with feathers of a brown eagle.  And he took his strong spear, pointed with shining bronze, and on his valiant head set a well-made helm of adamant, cunningly wrought, which fitted closely on the temples; and that guarded the head of god-like Heracles.

(ll. 139-153) In his hands he took his shield, all glittering:  no one ever broke it with a blow or crushed it.  And a wonder it was to see; for its whole orb was a-shimmer with enamel and white ivory and electrum, and it glowed with shining gold; and there were zones of cyanus (2) drawn upon it.  In the centre was Fear worked in adamant, unspeakable, staring backwards with eyes that glowed with fire.  His mouth was full of teeth in a white row, fearful and daunting, and upon his grim brow hovered frightful Strife who arrays the throng of men:  pitiless she, for she took away the mind and senses of poor wretches who made war against the son of Zeus.  Their souls passed beneath the earth and went down into the house of Hades; but their bones, when the skin is rotted about them, crumble away on the dark earth under parching Sirius.

(ll. 154-160) Upon the shield Pursuit and Flight were wrought, and Tumult, and Panic, and Slaughter.  Strife also, and Uproar were hurrying about, and deadly Fate was there holding one man newly wounded, and another unwounded; and one, who was dead, she was dragging by the feet through the tumult.  She had on her shoulders a garment red with the blood of men, and terribly she glared and gnashed her teeth.

(ll. 160-167) And there were heads of snakes unspeakably frightful, twelve of them; and they used to frighten the tribes of men on earth whosoever made war against the son of Zeus; for they would clash their teeth when Amphitryon’s son was fighting:  and brightly shone these wonderful works.  And it was as though there were spots upon the frightful snakes:  and their backs were dark blue and their jaws were black.