haec, ubi Bellonae motu est agitata, nec acrem flammam, non amens verbera torta timet; ipsa bipenne suos caedit violenta lacertos sanguineque effuso spargit inulta deam, statque latus praefixa veru, stat saucis pectus, et canit eventus quos dea magna monet.
She, when Bellonas impulse drives her, fears in that frenzy neither searching flames nor twisted scourge. Fiercely with axe in hand she hacks at her own arms. With the gushing blood is the goddess sprinkled; but she goes without scathe. Erect with the spit standing out from her side, erect with wounds on her breast, she chaunts the words of fate that the great goddess prompts.
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