Aen. 10.606Iūnōnem intereā compellat Iuppiter ultrō:
Ō germāna mihi atque eadem grātissima coniūnx,
ut rēbāre, Venus, nec tē sententia fallit,
Trōiānās sustentat opēs, nōn vīvida bellō
610dextra virīs animusque ferōx patiēnsque perīclī.Meanwhile Jupiter, unprompted, addresses Juno: 'O my sister and at the same time my dearest wife, it is Venus, as you thought (nor does your judgement deceive you), who sustains the Trojan power, not the men's right hands, vigorous in war, nor their fierce spirit, enduring of danger.' Aen. 10.611Cui Iūnō summissa Quid, ō pulcherrime coniūnx,
sollicitās aegram et tua trīstia dicta timentem?Juno answered him submissively: 'Why, O fairest husband, do you trouble me, sick at heart and fearing your harsh words? Aen. 10.613Sī mihi, quae quondam fuerat quamque esse decēbat,
vīs in amōre foret, nōn hoc mihi namque negārēs,
615omnipotēns, quīn et pugnae subdūcere Turnum
et Daunō possem incolumem servāre parentī.If my love had the power it once had and that was fitting, you would surely not deny me this, all-powerful one: that I might withdraw Turnus from the fight and keep him safe for his father Daunus. Aen. 10.617Nunc pereat Teucrīsque piō det sanguine poenās.As it is, let him perish and pay the Teucrians the penalty with his loyal blood.
Aen. 10.618Ille tamen nostrā dēdūcit orīgine nōmen
Pīlumnusque illī quartus pater et tuā largā
620saepe manū multīsque onerāvit līmina dōnīs.Yet he draws his name from our origin, and Pilumnus is his fourth father, and often has he loaded your threshold with lavish hand and many gifts.' Aen. 10.621Cui rēx aetheriī breviter sīc fātur Olympī:
Sī mora praesentis lētī tempusque cadūcō
ōrātur iuvenī mēque hoc ita pōnere sentīs,
tolle fugā Turnum atque īnstantibus ēripe fātīs
625hāctenus indulsisse vacat.To her the king of ethereal Olympus speaks briefly thus: 'If a delay of imminent death and time for the doomed young man is what you ask, and you understand that I so decide, take Turnus away in flight and snatch him from the fates that press on him: so far there is room to indulge you. Aen. 10.625Sīn altior istīs
sub precibus venia ūlla latet tōtumque movērī
mūtārīve putās bellum, spēs pāscis inānīs.But if any deeper favour lies hidden beneath these prayers, and you think the whole war can be moved or changed, you feed on empty hopes.' Aen. 10.628Et Iūnō adlacrimāns: Quid sī, quae vōce gravāris,
mente darēs atque haec Turnō rata vīta manēret?And Juno, weeping: 'What if you were to grant in your mind what you begrudge in word, and this life were to remain assured for Turnus?
Aen. 10.630Nunc manet īnsontem gravis exitus, aut ego vērī
vāna feror.As it is, a grievous end awaits him, guiltless, or I am carried far from the truth. Aen. 10.631Quod ut Ō potius formīdine falsā
lūdar et in melius tua, quī potes, orsa reflectās!But O, may I rather be mocked by a false fear, and may you, who can, turn your purposes to better!'