Or seems it just, the sister should restore A second sword, when one was lost before, And arm a conquer'd 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;Reclin'd upon my breast, thy grief unload:
Who should relieve the goddess, but the god?
Now all things to their utmost issue tend, Push'd by the Fates to their appointed While leave was giv'n thee, and a lawful hour For vengeance, wrath, and unresisted pow'r, Toss'd on the seas, thou couldst thy foes distress, And, driv'n 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 Thund'rer 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, Involv'd in empty clouds, my friends bemoan, But, girt with vengeful flames, in open sight Engag'd against my foes in mortal fight.
'T is 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, resign'd to your superior might, And tir'd with fruitless toils, I loathe 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.