requiem tenebraeque diesque amisere; iacent portis ululante dolore dispersum vulgus, remeantumque ordine longo servat turba gradus; pendent ex ore loquentum, nec laetis sat certa fides, iterumque morantur orando et, vultu interdum sine voce precati, quod rogitant, audire pavent.
Neither day nor night brings relief. The people, vociferous in their grief, lie scattered round the different gates; and they follow, step by step, the long procession of fugitives, and hang upon their lips. Good news they can hardly believe; they stop a man, to ask a second time; some beg for tidings with dumb looks, and dread the answer to their question.
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