hand. I cannot look on the combat, nor on the league
that ushers it in. If you have the nerve to dare aught for
your brother, go on; it is a sister’s part: perhaps the downtrodden
have a better lot in store.” Ere she had well
ended Juturna’s tears sprang forth, and thrice and again 20
her hand smote on her lovely breast. “No time for tears,”
cries Saturn’s daughter: “quick, and if any way there be,
snatch your brother from death: or at least revive the war—and
mar the treaty while yet on their lips. Remember,
I warrant the attempt.” With such advice she left her 25