"And fresh blood stains the weapons chance supplied.
Such joy the bridal to Latinus bear, And Venus' wondrous offspring, and his bride.
But thou--for scarce Olympus' king would bear Thy lawless roving in ethereal air,-- Give place; myself will guide the rest aright." Saturnia spoke; Alecto then and there Her wings, that hiss with serpents, spreads for flight, And to Cocytus dives, and leaves the realms of light.
LXXVI.

In mid Italia lies a vale renowned, Amsanctus.

Dark woods down the mountain grow This side and that; a torrent with the sound Of thunder roars among the rocks below.
There, black as night, an awful cave they show, The gorge of Dis.

Dread Acheron from beneath Bursts in a whirlpool, with its waves of woe, And jaws that gape with pestilential death.
There plunged the hateful Fiend, and earth and air took breath.
LXXVII.

Nor less, meanwhile, Saturnia hastes to crown The war's mad tumult.