More would he, but AEneas: "Nay, not so Thou spak'st erewhile.

Die now, and take thy way, And join thy brother, brotherlike, below." Deep in the breast he stabbed him as he lay, And bared the life's recesses to the day.
Such deaths the Dardan dealt upon the plain, Like storm or torrent, full of rage to slay.
And now at length Ascanius and his train Burst forth, and leave their camp, long leaguered, but in vain.
LXXXIII.

Great Jove meanwhile to Juno spake and said, "Sweet spouse and sister, thou hast deemed aright, 'Tis Venus, sure, who doth the Trojans aid, Not courage, strength and patience in the fight." Then Juno meekly: "Dearest, why delight With cruel words to vex me, sad with fear And sick at heart?
Had still my love the might It had and should have; were I still so dear, Not thou, with all thy power, should'st then refuse to hear, LXXXIV.

"But safe should Turnus from the fight once more Return to greet old Daunus.

Be it so, And let him die, and shed his righteous gore To glut the vengeance of his Teucrian foe, Albeit his name celestial birth doth show, Fourth in succession from Pilumnus, yea, Though oft his hand thy sacred shrines below Hath heaped his gifts." She ended, and straightway Brief answer made the Sire, who doth Olympus sway: LXXXV.