Call’d from the North, with mischievous intent
Hadst driven far distant o’er the barren Deep 35
To populous Cos.  Thence I deliver’d him,
And after numerous woes severe, he reach’d
The shores of fruitful Argos, saved by me. 
I thus remind thee now, that thou mayst cease
Henceforth from artifice, and mayst be taught 40
How little all the dalliance and the love
Which, stealing down from heaven, thou hast by fraud
Obtain’d from me, shall profit thee at last. 

    He ended, whom imperial Juno heard

Shuddering, and in wing’d accents thus replied. 45

    Be witness Earth, the boundless Heaven above,

And Styx beneath, whose stream the blessed Gods
Even tremble to adjure;[2] be witness too
Thy sacred life, and our connubial bed,
Which by a false oath I will never wrong, 50
That by no art induced or plot of mine
Neptune, the Shaker of the shores, inflicts
These harms on Hector and the Trojan host
Aiding the Grecians, but impell’d alone
By his own heart with pity moved at sight 55
Of the Achaians at the ships subdued. 
But even him, oh Sovereign of the storms! 
I am prepared to admonish that he quit
The battle, and retire where thou command’st. 

    So she; then smiled the Sire of Gods and men, 60

And in wing’d accents answer thus return’d.[3]

    Juno! wouldst thou on thy celestial throne

Assist my counsels, howso’er in heart
He differ now, Neptune should soon his will
Submissive bend to thy desires and mine. 65
But if sincerity be in thy words
And truth, repairing to the blest abodes
Send Iris hither, with the archer God
Apollo; that she, visiting the host
Of Greece, may bid the Sovereign of the Deep 70
Renounce the fight, and seek his proper home. 
Apollo’s part shall be to rouse again
Hector to battle, to inspire his soul
Afresh with courage, and all memory thence
To banish of the pangs which now he feels. 75
Apollo also shall again repulse
Achaia’s host, which with base panic fill’d,
Shall even to Achilles’ ships be driven. 
Achilles shall his valiant friend exhort
Patroclus forth; him under Ilium’s walls 80
Shall glorious Hector slay; but many a youth
Shall perish by Patroclus first, with whom,
My noble son Sarpedon.  Peleus’ son,
Resentful of Patroclus’ death, shall slay
Hector, and I will urge ceaseless, myself, 85
Thenceforth the routed Trojans back again,
Till by Minerva’s aid the Greeks shall take
Ilium’s proud city; till that day arrive
My wrath shall burn, nor will I one permit
Of all the Immortals to assist the Greeks, 90
But will perform Achilles’ whole desire.