} Meantime imperial Jove to Juno spoke, Who from a shining cloud beheld the shock:-- "What new arrest, O queen of heaven! is sent To stop the Fates now labouring in the event? What further hopes are left thee to pursue? } Divine Æneas, (and thou know'st it too,) } Fore-doomed, to these celestial seats is due. } What more attempts for Turnus can be made, That thus thou lingerest in this lonely shade? Is it becoming of the due respect And awful honour of a god elect, A wound unworthy of our state to feel, Patient of human hands, and earthly steel? Or seems it just, the sister should restore } A second sword, when one was lost before, } And arm a conquered wretch against his conqueror? } For what, without thy knowledge and avow, Nay more, thy dictate, durst Juturna do? At last, in deference to my love, forbear To lodge within thy soul this anxious care: Reclined upon my breast, thy grief unload:-- Who should relieve the goddess, but the god? Now all things to their utmost issue tend, Pushed by the Fates to their appointed end. While leave was given thee, and a lawful hour For vengeance, wrath, and unresisted power, Tossed on the seas thou could'st thy foes distress, And, driven ashore, with hostile arms oppress; Deform the royal house; and, from the side Of the just bridegroom, tear the plighted bride:-- Now cease at my command." The Thunderer said; And, with dejected eyes, this answer Juno made:-- "Because your dread decree too well I knew, From Turnus and from earth unwilling I withdrew. Else should you not behold me here, alone, Involved in empty clouds, my friends bemoan, But, girt with vengeful flames, in open sight, Engaged against my foes in mortal fight. 'Tis true, Juturna mingled in the strife By my command, to save her brother's life, At least to try; but (by the Stygian lake-- The most religious oath the gods can take) With this restriction, not to bend the bow, Or toss the spear, or trembling dart to throw. And now, resigned to your superior might, And tired with fruitless toils, I loath the fight. This let me beg (and this no fates withstand) Both for myself and for your father's land, That, when the nuptial bed shall bind the peace, (Which I, since you ordain, consent to bless,) The laws of either nation be the same; But let the Latins still retain their name, Speak the same language which they spoke before, Wear the same habits which their grandsires wore. Call them not Trojans: perish the renown And name of Troy, with that detested town. Latium be Latium still; let Alba reign, And Rome's immortal majesty remain." Then thus the founder of mankind replies:-- (Unruffled was his front, serene his eyes,) "Can Saturn's issue, and heaven's other heir,