“Juno and Pallas! Why so sad? Not long Ye toiled in glorious battle to destroy The Trojans, whom ye hold in bitter hate: This strength of mine, and this invincible arm Not all the gods upon the Olympian mount Can turn to flight, while your fair limbs were seized With trembling ere ye entered on the shock And havoc of the war. Now let me say⁠— And well the event would have fulfilled my words⁠— That, smitten with the thunder from my hand, Your chariots never would have brought you back To this Olympus and the abode of gods.”

He spake; while Pallas and the queen of heaven Repined with close-pressed lips, and in their hearts Devised new mischiefs for the Trojan race. Silent Minerva sat, nor dared express as The anger that she bore her father Jove; But Juno could not curb her wrath, and spake:⁠—