286But look, the cruel wife of Jupiter was returning from Inachian Argos and, riding through the air, was holding her course, when from the sky, far off, from as far as Sicilian Pachynus, she saw Aeneas joyful and the Dardan fleet. 290She sees them already building houses, already trusting the land, the ships abandoned: she stood still, pierced with bitter pain. 292Then, shaking her head, she pours out these words from her breast: 'Ah, hated race, and fates of the Phrygians opposed to my fates! 294Could they not fall on the Sigean plains, could they not, once captured, stay captive, did burning Troy not burn the men up? 296Through the midst of battle lines and through the midst of flames they have found a way.
297But, I suppose, my divine power at last lies exhausted, or I have rested, glutted with hatred. 299Why, I even dared to pursue them over the waves in my fury when they were driven from their country, and to set myself against the fugitives over the whole sea! 301The forces of heaven and sea have been spent against the Teucrians. 302What good have the Syrtes or Scylla been to me, what good vast Charybdis? 303They are hidden in the longed-for bed of the Tiber, free of care for the sea and for me. 304Mars was able to destroy the monstrous race of the Lapiths; the father of the gods himself gave up ancient Calydon to Diana's wrath: what crime so great did the Lapiths commit, or Calydon deserve?
308But I, the great wife of Jupiter, who in my misery could leave nothing undared, who have turned myself to every means, am conquered by Aeneas. 310But if my power is not great enough, I shall surely not hesitate to beg for help wherever it is: if I cannot bend the gods above, I will move Acheron. 313It will not be granted to keep him from the Latin kingdom, so be it, and Lavinia remains fixed by the fates as his wife: but it is allowed to drag things out and add delays to such great events, but it is allowed to cut down the peoples of both kings. 317At this price of their people let son-in-law and father-in-law unite: with Trojan and Rutulian blood you shall be dowered, maiden, and Bellona awaits you as matron of honour.
319Nor was Cisseus' daughter alone pregnant with a torch and gave birth to a marriage fire; Venus too has such offspring of her own, a second Paris, and funeral torches once more for Pergamum reborn.'