missile de multis, quae frustra sparserat, unum pulvere de campi perversos sumit in usus: rasile figit humi lignum ac se cuspide versa perfodit et calido pulmonem vulnere transit.
Afar she flings that unwelcome reminder, and wild passion fires her to slay herself. One of the many missiles that she had scattered without effect she picks up from the dust of the field, for an unnatural use. The smooth shaft she fixes in the ground and with the upturned point stabs herself, piercing her breast with a burning wound.
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