town has wooed her for her son in vain: with no thought
but for Dian, she cherishes in unsullied purity her love for
the hunter’s and the maiden’s life. Would she had never
been pressed for warfare like this, essaying to strike a blow 20
at the Teucrians: so had she still been my darling and a
sister of my train. But come, since cruel destiny is darkening
round her, glide down, fair nymph, from the sky,
and repair to the Latian frontier, where now in an evil hour
the tearful battle is joining. Take these arms, and draw 25
from the quiver an avenging shaft: therewith let the foe,