Meanwhile, there was Jove’s relentless spouse travelling back from her own Argos, city of Inachus, and already launched on mid air; looking from the sky over Sicilian 20 Pachynus, she beheld in distant prospect Æneas in his hour of joy and the Dardan fleet. Already she sees him building his home; already he has made the soil his friend, and has parted from his ships. Pierced with bitter grief, she stayed her course, and then, shaking her head, pours 25 from her heart words like these: “Ah, that hated stock! those destinies of Phrygia that hold my destinies in check! Did the dead really fall on the plains of Sigeum? were the captives captured in truth? did the flames of Troy burn the men of Troy? Through the heart of the battle, 30 through the heart of the fire they have found a way. Ay, belike, my power at last lies gasping and spent; my hatred is slaked and I am at peace. I, who followed them with a foe’s zeal over the water even when tossed from their country’s arms, and met the exiles front to front on 35 every sea! Spent on these Teucrians is all that sky and surge can do. Have Syrtes, has Scylla, has Charybdis’ yawning gulf stood me aught in stead? They have gained the channel of Tiber, the haven of their wishes, and may laugh at ocean and at me. Mars had strength to destroy the Lapithan nation, huge as they were; the father of the gods gave up the honoured land of Calydon to Diana’s vengeance; and what had Lapithans or Calydon done 5 to earn such penal ruin? But I, Jove’s great consort, who have stooped, miserably stooped, to leave nothing untried, who have assumed every form by turns, am vanquished by Æneas. Well, if my power be not august enough, I would not shrink from suing for other aid, be it 10 found where it may; if I cannot prevail above, I will stir up the fiends of the deep. It will not be mine to keep him from the crown of Latium—be it so; fixed for him by fate unalterably is his bride Lavinia; but delays and impediments may well be where the matter is so great; but to 15 cut off the subjects of our two monarchs—this may be done. So let father and son-in-law embrace, at the cost of their people’s lives. The blood of Trojan and Rutulian shall be your dower, fair lady; Bellona[243] is waiting to lead you to your chamber. Nor is Hecuba the only mother that 20 has teemed with a fire-brand and given birth to a nuptial blaze; Venus sees the tale repeated in her own offspring—a second Paris—a funeral torch rekindled for reviving Troy.”