Behold a deed it fits thee to proclaim!
Approach, ye Romans, and receive the prize
Of this rich town, to dust and ashes changed,
Its fruits and flowers to thistles turned likewise!"
I went away, with steps and thoughts deranged,
And paced the chief part of the city round.
Through all the ruined streets and lanes I ranged,
But not one single Numantine I found,
Whom I could seize alive and bear away,
To bring thee tidings with a certain sound,