urbem praeclaram statui, mea moenia vidi, ulta virum poenas inimico a fratre recepi, felix, heu! nimium felix, si litora tantum numquam Dardaniae tetigissent nostra carinae! dixit et os impressa toro, moriemur inultae, sed moriamur, ait.
A noble city I have built; my own walls I have seen; avenging my husband, I have exacted punishment from my brother and foe'happy, too happy, had but the Dardan keels never touched our shores! She spoke, and burying her face in the couch, I shall die unavenged, she cries, but let me die!