Soon as the fatal news by fame was blown,
And to her dames and to her daughter known,
}
{ The sad Lavinia rends her yellow hair,
{ And rosy cheeks: the rest her sorrow share:
{ With shrieks the palace rings, and madness of despair.
}
{ The spreading rumour fills the public place:
{ Confusion, fear, distraction, and disgrace,
{ And silent shame, are seen in every face.