Ch. Our city groans from the ground, as though the foes were hemming her in.

Ch.

Et. Is it not then enough that I take measures for this?

Et.

Ch. I fear! for the battering at the gates increases.

Ch.

Et. Wilt thou not be silent? Say nought of this kind in the city.

Et.

Ch. O associate band [of gods], abandon not our towers.

Ch.

Et. Can not ye endure it in silence, and confusion to ye?

Et.

Ch. Gods of my city! let me not meet with slavery.

Ch.

Et. Thou thyself art making a slave both of me, of thyself, and of the city.

Et.

Ch. O all-potent Jove! turn the shaft against our foes.

Ch.

Et. O Jove! what a race hast thou made women!64

Et.

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