thou, great sire of the gods, have mercy, and with thy
lightning-bolt strike down to Tartarus this hated life,
since I cannot otherwise end the cruel pain of being.”
Her wail shook every heart to its centre; a groan of sorrow
passed through the ranks; their martial prowess flags 20
and faints. At last, as her agony flames higher, Idæus
and Actor, bidden by Ilioneus and the tearful Iulus, lay
hold of her, and carry in their arms within.
But the trumpet from its brazen throat uttered afar a
tremendous blare; a shout ensues, and heaven returns the 25