succedunt matres et templum ture vaporant et maestas alto fundunt de limine voces: armipotens, praeses belli, Tritonia virgo, frange manu telum Phrygii praedonis, et ipsum pronum sterne solo portisque effunde sub altis.
As they go up, the matrons fill the temple with the smoke of incense and from the high threshold pour sad lamentations: Mighty in arms, mistress in war, Tritonian maid, break with your hand the spear of the Phrygian pirate, hurl him prone to earth and stretch him prostrate beneath our high gates.