Audiit exanimis, trepidoque exterrita cursu unguibus ora soror foedans et pectora pugnis per medios ruit ac morientem nomine clamat: hoc illud, germana, fuit? me fraude petebas? hoc rogus iste mihi, hoc ignes araeque parabant? quid primum deserta querar? comitemne sororem sprevisti moriens? eadem me ad fata vocasses; idem ambas ferro dolor atque eadem hora tulisset.
Swooning, her sister heard, and in dismay rushed through the throng, tearing her face with her nails, and beating her breast with her fists, as she called on the dying woman by name. Was this your purpose, sister? Did you aim your fraud at me? Was this for me the meaning of your pyre, this the meaning of your altar and fires? Forlorn, what shall I first lament? Did you scorn in death your sisters company? You should have summoned me to share your fate; the same sword stroke, the same moment would have taken us both!