She ended, and the white-armed deity Juno obeyed her. Juno the august, The mighty Saturn’s daughter, hastily Caparisoned the golden-bitted steeds. Meanwhile, Minerva on the palace-floor Of Jupiter let drop the gorgeous robe Of many hues, which her own hands had wrought, And, putting on the Cloud-compeller’s mail, Stood armed for cruel war. And then she climbed The glorious car, and took in hand the spear⁠— Huge, heavy, strong⁠—with which she overthrows The serried phalanxes of valiant men Whene’er this daughter of the Almighty One Is angered. Juno bore the lash, and urged The coursers to their speed. The gates of heaven Opened before them of their own accord⁠— Gates guarded by the Hours, on whom the care Of the great heaven and of Olympus rests, To open or to close the wall of cloud. Through these they guided their impatient steeds.