Aeneid Translation XII.791-842

791. Meanwhile, the king of almighty Olympus addresses

792. Juno watching fights from a tawny cloud:

793. "What will be the end now, wife? What will finally be left?

794. You yourself know, and you admit that you know, that deified hero Aeneas

795. is owed to the sky and is being raised to the stars by the fates.

796. What are you planning? Or with what hope do you linger in frozen clouds?

797. Was it proper that a god be injured by a mortal wound?

798. Or (for why would Juturna be strong without you?)

799. [was it proper] that a snatched sword be given back to Turnus and that strength should increase for the conquered?

800. Now stop, finally, and be bent* by our prayers, (*inflectere = passive imperative. The passive imperative of a non-deponent verb looks like the infinitive.)

801. so that such great pain may not consume* you and (*"edit" is subjunctive.)

802. so that sad cares may not keep returning to me from your sweet mouth.

803. We have come* to the last [moment]. You have been able to drive (*"ventum est" is a passive verb of traveling. Translate it as an active verb with "we" as the subject.)

804. the Trojans on land or in the waves and to inflame an unspeakable war,

805. to spoil a home and to mix weddings with grief:

806. I forbid you to try further." Thus Jupiter began.

807. Thus, the goddess [says] in reply with a lowered face:

808. "Indeed, since that your desire [has been] known to me,

809. great Jupiter, I left both Turnus and the lands unwilling;

810. and you would not see now that I, alone, suffer

811. worthy and unworthy things on the airy seat, but I would stand,

812. girded with flames, beneath the line itself and I would drag the Trojans into unfriendly battles.

813. (I admit) I urged that Juturna run to help* her wretched (*succerere = special dative verb. "misero fratri" is its object.)

814. brother and recommended that she dare greater things for his life,

815. not, however, so that she [might shoot] weapons, not so that she might shoot a bow,

816. I swear by the implacable head of the Stygian spring,

817. one superstition that has been given back to the divine gods.

818.