Who jump the wheels, leave the poor beasts forsaken.” He pulls the horses up; and down comes Liger, His luck all gone, his hands outstretched for mercy:-- “O Trojan hero, son of mighty parents, For their remembrance, spare my life: Oh, hear me--” And there was more he would have said. Aeneas Broke in:--“Liger, that’s not the way you sounded A little while ago. What? Should a brother Leave brother in the battle? Never. Die!” And the sword went its deadly way, exposing The spirit’s hiding-place. Such was the carnage Dealt by Aeneas over the plain, a whirlwind, A flood of black destruction. And at the city Ascanius and the warriors broke the siege, Came from the threatened camp. And high in heaven Jupiter spoke to Juno:--“Sister of mine, And dearest wife, it is, as you were thinking-- You are not wrong--Venus, who helps the Trojans, Instead of their own right hands, war-quick, or spirit Aggressive in attack, enduring in danger.” And Juno made meek answer:--“Why, dear husband, Trouble me further? I am sick at heart, I fear your sad commandments. If I only Had what I used to have, compelling love, You would not, all-powerful king, refuse my pleading: You would let me rescue Turnus from the battle, Restore him safely to his father Daunus. That would have been my prayer; but let him die, Let innocent blood be forfeit to the Trojans, No matter that his lineage is lofty, His origin from our stock; no matter, either, The generous offerings he has made your altars.”