monarchs of past days, and armed warriors are disclosed 35
standing in the entrance.
“But the palace within is a confused scene of shrieking
and piteous disorder; the vaulted chambers wail from
their hollow depths with female lamentation; the noise
strikes the golden stars above. The terror-stricken matrons
are running to and fro through the spacious courts, clinging
claspingly to the gates and printing them with kisses.
On presses Pyrrhus with all his father’s might; neither 5
barrier of oak nor yet living guard can resist him; the