He spake, and called the God to aid with vows not made in vain; 780 For o'er the tough tree tarrying long, struggling with utter might, No whit Æneas could undo the gripping woody bite. But while he struggleth hot and hard, and hangeth o'er the spear, Again the Daunian Goddess, clad in shape of charioteer Metiscus, Turnus' trusty sword unto his hand doth speed. But Venus, wrathful that the Nymph might dare so bold a deed, Came nigh, and from the deep-set root the shaft of battle drew. So they, high-hearted, stored with hope and battle-gear anew, One trusting in his sword, and one fierce with his spear on high, Stand face to face, the glorious game of panting Mars to try. 790 Meanwhile the King of Heaven the great thus unto Juno saith, As from a ruddy cloud she looked upon the game of death: "What then shall end it, O my wife? what deed is left thine hand? That Heaven shall gain Æneas yet, a Godhead of the land, That Fate shall bear him to the stars thou know'st and hast allowed: What dost thou then, or hoping what hang'st thou in chilly cloud? What! was it right that mortal wound a God's own flesh should wrong? Right to give Turnus--but for thee how was Juturna strong?-- The sword he lost? or vanquished men, to give their might increase? I prithee yield unto my prayers, and from thy troubling cease. 800 Let not thine hushed grief eat thine heart, or bitter words of care So often from thy sweetest mouth the soul within me wear. The goal is reached: thou hast availed o'er earth and sea to drive The Trojan men; to strike the spark of wicked war alive; To foul their house, and woe and grief mid wedding-feast to bear, And now I bid thee hold thine hand." Thuswise said Jupiter, And with a downcast countenance spake that Satumian Queen: "Well have I known, great Jupiter, all that thy will hath been, And Turnus and the worldly land loth have I left alone, Else nowise should'st thou see me bear, sole on this airy throne, 810 Things meet and unmeet: flame-begirt the war-ranks would I gain, And drag the host of Trojans on to battle and their bane. Juturna!--yes, I pitied her, and bade her help to bear Unto her brother; good, methought, for life great things to dare; But nought I bade her to the shaft or bending of the bow, This swear I by the ruthless well, the Stygian overflow, The only holy thing there is that weighs on Godhead's oath. And now indeed I yield the place, and leave the fight I loathe. But one thing yet I ask of thee, held in no fateful yoke; For Latium's sake I pray therefore, and glory of thy folk: 820 When they at last--so be it now!--pledge peace mid bridal kind, When they at last join law to law, and loving treaty bind, Let them not change their ancient name, those earth-born Latin men,