Phyllidos iratos in vultum conicit ungues: territa vicini, Tea clamat, aquam! crimina sopitos turbant elata Quirites, omnis et insana semita voce sonat.
Angrily she makes for Phylliss face with her fingernails; terrified, Teia cries out: Help, neighbours! Fire! Screams of abuse awaken the sleeping citizens, and the whole street resounds with angry voices.
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