Then spake the king Apollo, son of Jove: “Pray, warrior, to the eternal gods. They say That Venus gave thee birth, who has her own From Jove. His mother is of lower rank Than thine. Thine is a child of Jove, but his A daughter of the Ancient of the Deep. Strike at him with that conquering spear of thine, Nor let him scare thee with stern words and threats.”

He said, and breathed into the prince’s breast Fresh valor, as, arrayed in glittering arms, He pressed to where the foremost warriors fought; Yet not unseen by Juno’s eye went forth The son of old Anchises. She convened The gods in council, and addressed them thus:⁠—