conclamant matres, celsoque e culmine muri lamentis vox mixta sonat; nunc nomine noto appellant, seras fesso nunc pandere portas posse volunt; quatit hortantum praecordia terror, ne simul accipiant ingentem moenibus hostem.
The matrons cried out together, and their voices, together with wailings, rose up from the lofty summit of the wall; now they address Theron by his familiar name, and now, too late, they wish for power to open the gate to him in his extremity; but, even as they encourage him, their hearts are shaken by the fear that, together with him, they may admit within the walls their mighty foe.
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