"To follow this immediately, | let's ruin the door, let's open the walls, | we adapt to the horse ordnance and beams, | and wheels and chariots on their feet, and ropes around their necks. | So moved and pulled easily | the fatal machine the wall ascends, | full of weapons and armed men, around whom | a choir of virgins and children, | sacred praises singing, with delight | they held out their hands on the rope. She through | she talks about the city, while she shakes, | while she who squeaks and trembles as she goes, | it seems to threaten her."