quae postquam Haemoniam tantae non immemor irae aerisono de monte ratem praefixaque regum scuta videt, nova monstra viro, nova funera volvit, ut socias in nocte manus utque impia bella conserat et saevis erroribus implicet urbem.
But she, nursing her great rage, beholds from the cymbal-clashing mountain the ship with its border of kingly shields, and devises against the hero deaths and horrors unheard of: how in the night to set allied hands at strife in unnatural war, how to enmesh the city in cruel error.
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