'Tis the power Of Heaven that bids thee.

Let Latinus, too, If false and faithless he withhold the dower, And grudge thy marriage, learn the deed to rue, And taste at length and try what Turnus armed can do." LX.

Then he in scorn: "Yea, Tiber's waves beset With foreign ships--I know it; wherefore feign For me such terrors?
Juno guards me yet.
Good mother, dotage wears thee, and thy brain Is rusty; age hath troubled thee in vain, And, 'midst the feuds of monarchs, mocks with fright A priestess.

Go; 'tis thine to guard the fane And sacred statues; these be thy delight; Leave peace and war to men, whose business is to fight." LXI.

Therewith in fire Alecto's wrath outbroke, A sudden tremor through his limbs ran fast, His stony eyeballs stiffened as he spoke.
So hissed the Fury with her snakes, so vast Her shape appeared, so fierce the look she cast, As back she thrust him with her flaming eyes, Fain to say more, but faltering and aghast.
Two serpents from her Gorgon locks uprise; Shrill sounds her scorpion lash, as, foaming, thus she cries: LXII.