She had spoken, and her companions see/behold her having collapsed
on the iron/sword among the midst of such things and
the sword foaming with blood and her hands sprinkled. A shout goes to
the high halls: Rumor rages through the stricken city.
Roofs/houses roar with lamentation and groaning and with the howling of women,
the sky/heaven resounds with great wailings,
not otherwise as if all of Carthage or ancient Tyre were falling
with the enemies having been let in, and raging flames
were rolling through/over the rooftops of men and gods.
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