Arm of mine, what dost thou fear?
Sweetest husband, brother dear,
I am coming, wait for me!
[At this point there enters a woman flying, and behind her a Numantian soldier with a short sword in his hand to kill her.
Woman.
Eternal Sire! O Jove compassionate!
Protect me in this dire extremity!
Soldier.
Although thou hurry with a speed more great,
Beneath my ruthless hand thou hast to die!