with the access of grief, cries aloud that she alone is the 20
guilty cause, the fountainhead of all this evil; and flinging
out wild words in the fury of her frenzied anguish,
rends with desperate hand her purple raiment, and fastens
from a lofty beam the noose of hideous death. Soon as
Latium’s wretched dames knew the blow that had fallen, 25
her daughter Lavinia is first to rend yellow hair and
roseate cheek, and the rest about her ran as wildly: the
palace re-echoes their wail. The miserable story spreads
through the town: every heart sinks: there goes the old