sed periisse semel satis est: peccare fuisset ante satis, penitus modo non genus omne perosos femineum, quibus haec medii fiducia valli fossarumque morae, leti discrimina parva, dant animos; at non viderunt moenia Troiae Neptuni fabricata manu considere in ignis? sed vos, o lecti, ferro quis scindere vallum apparat et mecum invadit trepidantia castra? non armis mihi Volcani, non mille carinis est opus in Teucros.
But to have perished once is enough! Rather, to have sinned once would have been enough, provided that henceforth they utterly loathe well-nigh all womankind, these men to whom this trust in a sundering rampart, these delaying dykes'slight barriers against death'afford courage! But did they not see Troys battlements, the work of Neptunes hand, sink in flames? But you, my chosen troops, who is ready to hew down the rampart with the sword and rush with me on their terrified camp? I do not need the arms of Vulcan nor a thousand ships, to meet the Trojans.