Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Now Jupiter to Juno thus began:
- “O ever-cherished spouse and sister dear,
- surely 't is Venus—as thy mind misgave—
- whose favor props—O, what discernment thine!
- Yon Trojan power; not swift heroic hands,
- or souls of fury facing perilous war!”
- Juno made meek reply: “O noblest spouse!
- Why vex one sick at heart, who humbly fears
- thy stern command? If I could claim to-day
- what once I had, my proper right and due,
- love's induence, I should not plead in vain
- to thee, omnipotent, to give me power
- to lead off Turnus from the fight unscathed,
- and save him at his father Daunus' prayer.
- Aye, let him die! And with his loyal blood
- the Teucrians' vengeance feed! Yet he derives
- from our Saturnian stem, by fourth remove
- sprung from Pilumnus. Oft his liberal hands
- have heaped unstinted offering at thy shrine.”
- Thus in few words th' Olympian King replied:
- “If for the fated youth thy prayer implores
- delay and respite of impending doom,
- if but so far thou bidst me interpose,—
- go—favor Turnus' flight, and keep him safe
- in this imperilled hour; I may concede
- such boon. But if thy pleading words intend
- some larger grace, and fain would touch or change
- the issue of the war, then art thou fed
- on expectation vain.” With weeping eyes
- Juno made answer: “Can it be thy mind
- gives what thy words refuse, and Turnus' life,
- if rescued, may endure? Yet afterward
- some cruel close his guiltless day shall see—
- or far from truth I stray! O, that I were
- the dupe of empty fears! and O, that thou
- wouldst but refashion to some happier end
- the things by thee begun—for thou hast power!”
- She ceased; and swiftly from the peak of heaven
- moved earthward, trailing cloud-wrack through the air,
- and girdled with the storm. She took her way
- to where Troy's warriors faced Laurentum's line.
- There of a hollow cloud the goddess framed
- a shape of airy, unsubstantial shade,
- Aeneas' image, wonderful to see,
- and decked it with a Dardan lance and shield,
- a crested helmet on the godlike head;
- and windy words she gave of soulless sound,
- and motion like a stride—such shapes, they say,
- the hovering phantoms of the dead put on,
- or empty dreams which cheat our slumbering eyes.
- Forth to the front of battle this vain shade
- stalked insolent, and with its voice and spear
- challenged the warrior. At it Turnus flew,
- and hurled a hissing spear with distant aim;
- the thing wheeled round and fled. The foe forthwith,
- thinking Aeneas vanquished, with blind scorn
- flattered his own false hope: “Where wilt thou fly,
- Aeneas? Wilt thou break a bridegroom's word?
- This sword will give thee title to some land
- thou hast sailed far to find!” So clamoring loud
- he followed, flashing far his naked sword;
- nor saw the light winds waft his dream away.