Juno stopped, transfixed with anguish, then, shaking her head, this exclamation came pouring from her heart: 340 “That cursed race I loathe—their Phrygian fate that clashes with my own! So, couldn’t they die on the plains of Troy? So, couldn’t they stay defeated in defeat? Couldn’t the fires of Troy cremate the Trojans? No, through the shocks of war, through walls of fire, they’ve found a way!
