But Juno, from the summit now called Alban, Nameless in those days, lacking fame and glory, Looked over the plain, the lines of Latin and Trojan, The city of Latinus, and she turned, A goddess to a goddess, to Juturna, Sister of Turnus, guardian of still pools And sounding rivers; Jupiter had given This honor to her, for the honor taken, The lost virginity. Juno addressed her:-- “O glory of the rivers, dear Juturna, You know you are the only one I have favored Of all the Latin girls who have made their way To great-souled Jove’s ungrateful couch; I gave you, Gladly, a place in Heaven; learn, Juturna, A sorrow of yours; do not reproach me for it. Where fortune seemed to grant it, and the Fates Let things go well for Latium, I protected Your brother and your city. Now I see him Faced with unequal destiny. The day Of doom and enemy violence draws near. I cannot watch this battle and this treaty; You, it may be, have in you greater daring, Resourceful for your brother’s sake. Go on; That much is only decent. Happier fortunes Will follow the unfortunate, if only--” As she broke off, Juturna wept; her hand Struck thrice, four times, her lovely breast. And Juno Cried:--“This is not the time for tears, Juturna! Hurry; and if there is some way to save him, Snatch him from death; or stir up war, break off The covenant: be daring--you are granted Authority from Juno!” And she left her Doubtful and suffering, with wounded spirit.