To whom, in brief reply, the lord of skyey Olympus: “If
thy prayer for the doomed youth is respite and breathing
space from present death, and so thou readest my will,
bear thou Turnus away in flight, and snatch him from
the destiny that presses on his heels. Thus far is room 30
for compliance. But if any deeper favour be hidden
under these prayers of thine, and thou deemest that the
war’s whole course can be moved or changed, thou art
nursing an empty hope.” Juno answered with tears:
“What if thy heart were to grant what thy tongue grudges, 35