Soon as Jove’s loved wife saw that she was so mastered
by the plague, and that good name could not stand in 5
the face of passion, she, the daughter of Saturn, bespeaks
Venus thus:—“Brilliant truly is the praise, ample the
spoils you are carrying off, you and your boy—great and
memorable the fame, if the plots of two gods have really
conquered one woman. No; I am not so blind either 10
to your fears of my city, to your suspicions of the open
doors of my stately Carthage. But when is this to end?
or what calls now for such terrible contention? Suppose