779But Venus meanwhile, troubled by cares, addresses Neptune and pours out such complaints from her breast: 'Juno's heavy anger and insatiable heart compel me, Neptune, to stoop to every kind of prayer; 783neither length of days nor any piety softens her, nor does she rest, unbroken by Jupiter's command and the fates. 785It is not enough for her to have eaten out the city from the midst of the Phrygian people in her unspeakable hatred, nor to have dragged them through every punishment: the remnants of Troy, the ashes and bones of the slain city, she pursues: may she know the reasons for so great a fury. 789You yourself were my witness lately what a mass of trouble she suddenly roused in the Libyan waves: she mixed all the seas with the sky, relying in vain on the storms of Aeolus, daring this in your realm.
793See, she has even driven the Trojan mothers to crime, foully burned the ships, and, the fleet lost, forced them to leave their comrades in an unknown land. 796For what remains, I pray, let them be allowed to give their sails safely to you through the waves, let them be allowed to reach Laurentine Tiber: if I ask what is granted, if the Fates give those walls.'