non lacrimis hoc tempus ait Saturnia Iuno: accelera et fratrem, si quis modus, eripe morti; aut tu bella cie conceptumque excute foedus.
This is no time for tears, cries Saturnian Juno; hasten, and if there is any way, snatch your brother from death; or rouse battle, and strike from their hands the treaty they have framed.