dolorem" with Seneca ad Pol. 24. Nemesian.
Eclog. iv. 17. "Quid vultu mentem premis, ac spem fronte
serenas." Liv. xxviii. 8: "Moerebat quidem et angebatur.... in
concilio tamen dissimulans aegritudinem, elato nimo disseruit."]

Thus she spake; but Mars smote his brawny thighs with his dropped hands,
and sorrowing, addressed them:

"Do not now blame me, ye who possess the Olympic mansions, repairing to
the ships of the Greeks, to avenge the slaughter of my son, even
although it should be my fate, smitten with the thunderbolt of Jove, to
lie together with the dead bodies in blood and dust."

Thus he spake, and he commanded Fear and Flight to yoke his steeds, but
he himself girded on his shining armour. Then indeed some other greater
and more grievous wrath and indignation had fallen upon the immortals
from Jove, had not Minerva, greatly fearing for all the gods, leaped
forth from the vestibule, and left the throne where she sat. From his
head she snatched the helmet, and the shield from his shoulders, and
taking the brazen spear out of his strong hand, she placed it upright;
and rebuked impetuous Mars with [these] words:

"Infuriated one, infatuated in mind, thou art undone! are thy ears
indeed useless for hearing, and have thy sense and shame perished? Dost
thou not hear what the white-armed goddess Juno says, and she has just
now come from Olympian Jove? Dost thou thyself wish, having fulfilled
many misfortunes, to return to Olympus very much grieved, and by
compulsion, and also to create a great evil to all the rest? For he will
immediately leave the Trojans and magnanimous Greeks, and will come
against us, about to disturb us in Olympus; and will seize us one after
the other, whoever is culpable and who is not. Wherefore I exhort thee
now to lay aside thy wrath on account of thy son, for already some one,
even superior to him in strength and in hands, either is slain, or will
be hereafter; for it would be a difficult task to liberate [from death]
the race and offspring of all men."

So saying, she seated impetuous Mars upon his throne. But Juno called
Apollo outside the house, and Iris, who is the messenger among the
immortal gods, and addressing them, spoke winged words:

"Jove orders you twain to repair with all haste to Ida, but when ye
arrive, and look upon the countenance of Jove, do whatsoever he may urge
and command."

Then indeed, having thus spoken, venerable Juno retired, and sat down
upon