hic, postquam Iliacas vestes notumque cubile conspexit, paulum lacrimis et mente morata incubuitque toro dixitque novissima verba:     dulces exuviae, dum fata deusque sinebat, accipite hanc animam meque his exsolvite curis.
Then, as she saw the Trojan garb and the familiar bed, pausing awhile in tearful thought, she threw herself on the couch and spoke her last words: O relics once dear, while God and Fate allowed, take my spirit, and release me from my woes!