Then Jove, as from a saffron cloud above Looked Juno, pleased the doubtful strife to view, "When shall this end, sweet partner of my love?
What more?
Thou know'st it, and hast owned it too, Divine AEneas to the skies is due.
What wilt thou, chill in cloudland?
Was it right A god with mortal weapons to pursue?
Or give--for thine was all Juturna's might-- Lost Turnus back his sword, and renovate the fight?
CIV.

"Desist at length, and hearken to my prayer.
Feed not in silence on a grief so sore, Nor spoil those sweet lips with unlovely care.
The end is come; 'twas thine on sea and shore Troy's sons to vex, to wake the war's uproar, To cloud a home, a marriage-league untie, And mar with grief a bridal.

Cease, and more Attempt not." Thus the ruler of the sky, And thus, with down-cast look, Saturnia made reply.
CV.

"E'en so, great Jove, because thy will was known, I left, reluctant, Turnus and his land.
Else ne'er should'st thou behold me here alone, Thus shamed and suffering, but, torch in hand, To smite these hateful Teucrians would I stand.
I made Juturna rescue from the foe Her hapless brother,--mine was the command,-- Approved her daring for his sake, yet so As not to wield the spear, or meddle with the bow.
CVI.

"Nay, that I swear, and a dread oath will take (The only oath that doth the high gods bind), By that grim fount that feeds the Stygian lake.
And now, great Jove, reluctant, but resigned, I yield, and leave the loathed fight behind.
One boon I ask, nor that in Fate's despite, For Latium, for the honour of thy kind.
When--be it so--blest Hymen's pact they plight, And laws and lasting league the warring folks unite, CVII.