cui vultus induta pares disiectaque crinem Eumenis in medios irrumpit turbida coetus et maestas lacerata genas, quis terminus? in- quit, sat Fidei proavisque datum! vidi ipsa cruentum, ipsa meum vidi lacerato vulnere nostras terrentem Murrum noctes et dira sonantem: eripe te, coniux, miserandae casibus urbis et fuge, si terras adimit victoria Poeni, ad manes, Tiburna, meos; cecidere penates, occidimus Rutuli, tenet omnia Punicus ensis.
The Fury assumed her likeness and then, with hair dishevelled and cheeks torn in sign of mourning, rushed wildly into the midst of the crowd. How long? she cried. We have done enough for the sake of Loyalty and our forefathers; my own eyes have seen the bleeding form of my loved Murrus, have seen him startling my nights with his mangled body, and speaking fearful words: Save yourself, dear wife, from the calamities of this hapless city; and, if the victory of the Carthaginian leaves no land for refuge, seek safety, Tiburna, with my ghost. Our gods are overthrown, we Rutulians are undone, the Punic sword is master of all.
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