down and rolleth o'er in death upon the plain. 590
To whom a fierce and bitter word godly AEneas said:

"Ho, Lucagus! no dastard flight of steeds thy car betrayed,
No empty shadow turned them back from facing of the foe,
But thou thyself hast leapt from wheel and let the yoke-beasts go."

He spake, and caught the reins withal; slipped down that wretched one
His brother, and stretched forth the hands that little deed had done:
"By thee, by those that brought thee forth so glorious unto day,
O Trojan hero, spare my life, and pity me that pray!"

AEneas cut athwart his speech: "Not so erewhile ye spake.
Die! ill it were for brother thus a brother to forsake." 600
And in his breast the sword he drave home to the house of breath.

Thus through the meads the Dardan Duke set forth the tale of death,
With rage as of the rushing flood, or whirl-storm of the wind.
At last they break forth into field and leave their camp behind,
Ascanius and the lads of war in vain beleaguered.

Meanwhile to Juno Jupiter set forth the speech and said:
"O thou who art my sister dear and sweetest wife in one,
'Tis Venus as thou deemedst, (nought thy counsel is undone),
Who upholds Trojan might forsooth: they lack fight-eager hand,
They lack fierce heart and steady soul the peril to withstand!" 610

To whom spake Juno, meek of mood: "And why, O fairest lord,
Dost thou so vex me sad at heart, fearing thy heavy word?
But in my soul were love as strong as once it used to be,
And should be, thou though all of might wouldst ne'er deny it me,
That Turnus I should draw away from out the midst of fight,
That I might keep him safe to bless his father Daunus' sight.
Now let him die, let hallowed blood the Teucrian hate atone:
And yet indeed his name and race from blood of ours hath grown;
He from Pilumnus is put forth: yea, good gifts furthermore
His open hand full oft hath piled within thine holy door." 620

To whom air-high Olympus' king short-worded answer made:
"If for the youth who soon must fall respite of death is prayed,
And tarrying-time, nor aught thou deem'st but that my doom must stand,
Then carry Turnus off by flight, snatch him from fate at hand.
So far thy longing may I please: but if a greater grace
Lurk 'neath thy prayers, and thou hast hope to change the bat