evolat infelix et femineo ululatu scissa comam muros amens atque agmina cursu prima petit, non illa virum, non illa pericli telorumque memor, caelum dehinc questibus implet: hunc ego te, Euryale, aspicio? tune ille senectae sera meae requies, potuisti linquere solam, crudelis?
Forth flies the unhappy lady and, with a womans shrieks and torn tresses, in her madness makes for the walls and the foremost ranks'she is heedless of men, heedless of peril and of darts; then she fills the sky with her plaints: Is this you, Euryalus, that I see? You who were the last solace of my age, could you bring yourself to leave me alone, cruel one?