Et. Wilt thou not be silent? Say nought of this kind in the city.
Ch. O associate band [of gods], abandon not our towers.
Et. Can not ye endure it in silence, and confusion to ye?
Ch. Gods of my city! let me not meet with slavery.
Et. Thou thyself art making a slave both of me, of thyself, and of the city.
Ch. O all-potent Jove! turn the shaft against our foes.
Et. O Jove! what a race hast thou made women!
Ch. Just as wretched as men when their city is taken.
Et. Again thou art yelping as thou claspest the statues!
Ch. Yes, for in my panic terror hurries away my tongue.