"O Nymph, the glory of the streams, heart well-beloved and good, Thee only, as thou know'st, I love of all who e'er have come Into the unkind bed of Jove from out a Latin home, With goodwill have I granted thee the heavenly house to share; Therefore, Juturna, know thy grief lest I the blame should bear: While Fortune would, and while the Fates allowed the Latin folk A happy day, so long did I thy town and Turnus cloak; But now I see him hastening on to meet the fated ill: His doomsday comes, the foeman's hand shall soon his hour fulfil. 150 I may not look upon the fight, or see the wagered field; But thou, if any present help thou durst thy brother yield, Haste, it behoves thee!--happier days on wretches yet may rise." Scarce spake she ere Juturna poured the tear-flood from her eyes, And thrice and four times smote with hand her bosom well beseen. "Nay, this is now no weeping-time," saith that Saturnian Queen, "Haste; snatch thy brother from the death if all be not undone, Or wake up war and rend apart the treaty scarce begun; And I am she that bids thee dare." She urged her, and she left Her wavering mind and turmoiled heart with sorrow's torment cleft. 160 Meantime the Kings--Latinus there, a world of state around, Is borne upon the fourfold car, his gleaming temples bound With twice six golden rays, the sign of his own grandsire's light, The heavenly Sun; and Turnus wends with twi-yoked horses white, Tossing in hand two shafts of war with broad-beat points of steel. And hither Father Æneas, spring of the Roman weal, Flaming with starry shield and arms wrought in the heavenly home, And next to him Ascanius young, the second hope of Rome, Fare from the camp: the priest thereon, in unstained raiment due, Offereth a son of bristly sow and unshorn yearling ewe, 170 And bringeth up the four-foot hosts unto the flaming place. But they, with all eyes turned about the rising sun to face, Give forth the salt meal from the hand, and with the iron sign The victims' brows, and mid the flame pour out the bowls of wine: Then good Æneas draws his sword, and thuswise prays the prayer: "Bear witness, Sun, and thou, O Land, who dost my crying hear! Land, for whose sake I waxed in might, sustaining toils enow; And Thou, Almighty Father, hear! Saturnian Juno thou, Grown kinder, Goddess, I beseech; and thou, most glorious Mars, Father, whose hand of utter might is master of all wars; 180 Ye Springs, and River-floods I call, and whatsoever God Is in the air, or whatso rules the blue sea with its rod-- If to Ausonian Turnus here Fortune shall give the day, The conquered to Evander's town shall straightly wend their way; Iulus shall depart the land, nor shall Æneas' folk