Forced war upon Aeneas? Who advised him To advance, an enemy, against Latinus? _He came to Italy at the fates’ command_-- So be it; but what about Cassandra’s ravings? Was I the one--I must have been--who told him To leave the camp, to trust his life to the winds? Was I the one who told him to make a boy The captain of the wall? Was it I who told him To seek Etruscan allies, to hunt down people Who meant no harm? What god, what power of mine Drove him to all his cheating? What has Juno Or Iris, sent through the clouds, to do with this? Disgraceful and disgusting, that Italians Threaten the walls of Troy, new-born; that Turnus Stay in his native land, Turnus, descended Himself from king and goddess. What about it? What about this, that Trojans harry Latins With smoking brand and violence, set their yoke On fields not theirs, and carry off the plunder? Who let them know whose daughters to wed, or ravish? Who told them to hold out the hand for peace And arm the ships for war? Oh, you are able, Of course you are, to give them mist for a man, To steal Aeneas from Greek hands; you are able To turn their fleet to sea-nymphs, but if I Help the Rutulians even a very little, Is that so monstrous? _Aeneas does not know it; He is far away._ Good. Let him still not know it; Let him still be far away. You have Amathus, High Paphus and Cythera; so why meddle With savage hearts and a city big with war? And now, it seems, I am trying to pull over The wobbling walls of Troy! Really! Who was it, I, or somebody else, who flung the Trojans, Poor things, in the path of the Greeks? What was the reason For Europe and Asia to rise in arms, break treaties Over a piece of stealing? Was it I Who shipped the adulterer Paris out to Sparta? Was it I who armed his lust? That was the time To have had some fear for those poor suffering Trojans. It is too late now. You rise to the occasion With unjust whining and shrill scolding nonsense.”