Atque illic alio certamine belli tecta fremunt; volucres equitum praeverterat alas Fama recens, geminos alis amplexa tumultus: illi ad fata rapi atque illi iam occumbere leto, sic meritam, Hypsipylen iterant creduntque nec irae fit mora, iamque faces et tela penatibus instant; vertere regna fremunt raptumque auferre Lycurgum cum Iove cumque aris; resonant ululatibus aedes femineis, versusque dolor dat terga timori.
There the dwellings are loud with another clash of arms. Recent Rumour had gone ahead of the swift squadrons, embracing twin tumults  with her wings. Some say and say again that Hypsipyle, their benefactress, is being dragged to her doom, others that she is already suffering death. They believe and their anger tarries not. Now torches and weapons threaten the palace, they shout to overthrow the monarchy, to seize Lycurgus and carry him off along with Jupiter  and his altars. The dwelling resounds with womens screams and grief turns about, fleeing before terror.
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